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.