Words
You had thought your words were fun
You had thought it was a game
But you didn't see the wave of disaster your words became
When the words once said were manifested into a knife
And the knife it cut
It cut deep
Deep into the skin
And the skin it bled
Oh it bled
It bled trickles of blood
That pooled up at my feet
But I could never say a word because I was so weak
And because of the looming fear held over my head like a weight
Fear of the judgement
Fear of the whispers
Fear of even more venomous words manifesting themselves
Into deeper and darker realities
I was scared
Scared that one day these manifestations would grow too cumbersome
That they would overcome my life
And the words that wounded
The words that seeped into my soul
The words that created the knife that caused the scars
That they would become me
These words that preached falsities would inevitably become me
Adding more and more pain with each and every syllable
These spoken words soon became like drills in my ears
Matches that set my soul on fire
The shovel that buried me six feet under
Words.
One never may know the extremity of their thoughts
Thoughts that manifest into words
Words that manifest into actions
Actions that initiate devastating destruction
Words.
One must be careful
Choosing words wisely
To express their thoughts
Words.
The expression of our sentiments
The most powerful weapon pertain-able to the human race
Words.
Use with care
Words.
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