I can't tell any longer what the sensations of my heart are. They used to be on my sleeve. Hard to miss. I could see far ahead in my future and plan for things, events. Love came easy and with ease life was great. It was a new day and beginning that I welcomed, as I did the sun.
Writing has become my great cure for this unhopefullness, and fulfilled my urge to hurt others as I hurt inside. The time is now, to unleash my grief.
Tick, Life and its stress may one day take over me. Tick, my watch may stand still for just a moment too long and I ponder what my rage will inflame. Tick, I may kill to render self from the pain. Toc, I may unleash my emotional strain.
Ticking Time Bomb...
I'm dying. I know. No Doctor has told me so. But with each day I grow old. If my emotions don't take my soul.
Cruelty's of the mind, may be hard to stop or rewind. Tick!
Words Can't Hurt Me...
Who says words don't hurt;
Cause you to re-evaluate how you think;
or see the bigger picture.
Who says words don't hurt;
When facades speak untruths;
and inside you bare the torment of what others may think.
Who says words don't hurt;
When tear felt eyes haunt you;
just moments after an argument.
Who can say words don't hurt,
When hate leaves visible scars on the bodies of a tormented soul;
the cutter, the girl with the eating disorder,
or the nerd turned psychotic mass murderer.
When will we take responsibility for the verbal abuse of so many?
Words can be so linked to a flesh eating virus,
that can make or break you.
If you are not careful we may kill souls.
This soul may be our own...
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