Stephanie

Stabbing.

Hacking.

Torn apart,

And feed to the beasts

That surround me.

In my mind

I fall

Pushed over the edge

Not by weapons

But words.

6

13

18

Age never matters

The viscious cycle exists

Always.

It happen to everyone

Sometime

Somwhere.

And sometimes

The words that burn

Becomes self-inflected as well.

Do people not realize

The strongest weapon

Is not guns

Or knives

But words.

Words can dance

On the tongue

And warms the heart

And soul of both

Speaker and listener.

But words can also

Peel back

The curtain

One's most excruciating

Fears and dreams

And destroys one's very being.

I want

To use words

Not to stab, hack, or tear,

But to heal.

To build up the hope

That others tear down.

And maybe,

Maybe.

The world

Could love

Once again.