Words or Something
The poison in your words
Is killing me slow
I don't feel a thing
But it hurts to know
That your words are concrete
Bringing me down
Sinking to the bottom
I start to drown
I choke on my own words
And I turn blue
This is my life without you
I have something to say
And so do you
My words are of the healing kind
Your words leave my lying with "I'm fine."
Shh.
Leave me alone.
Hush.
I'm already gone.
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