Words Hurt, Silence Kills.

Sat, 11/16/2013 - 15:32 -- pkvarda

Location

Whore
Slut
Bitch
Cunt
Liar
Words hurt.
They pile into my eardrums.
How?
Why?
Wrong?
Questions fill my head.
I don't know. 
I don't know.
I don't know.
Confusion, is my emotion
Why do they throw out words?
Because they're true. 
No, they're not!
They're wrong.
It wasn't like that.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Regret and frustration in my veins. 
Running 
Running
Running
1 destination
Open door, run to cabinet.
Find 
Searching.
Found.
The pills.
Key to freedom.
Cap is opened. 
Whore
Hand is open.
Slut
Bottle tips.
Bitch
Pills spill.
Liar
Pills are taken. 
Cunt
The dark comes. 
Relief, is my emotion
No more questions. 
No more words.
The dark comes. 
I am gone. 

Words Hurt.
Silence Kills.

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

pkvarda

This poem really hit home when I shared it with some friends. I like how I got the side from the person who commits suicide and not the people who it affects afterwords. Everyone who kills them selves has a reason and alot of the time it is the way other treat them. Then they feel as if they can not release their pain. So the simple message is Words Hurt and Silence Kills.

savigirl14

Brilliant

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741