When the Bleeding Stops

Words are peculiar things of the mind formed up there inside your head so many of them full of emotion others taste like old stale bread In times of hurting real bad eventually the bleeding does stop you think the wound will get better even as the pain level does drop The mind starts to play it's tricks deceiving your emotions in the mix bringing confusion into play showing different rules every day You have pled for your healing but some words never do this they refuse to dry up inside showing reluctance so stay amiss So independent and socially aloof such words disobey your mind seem to enjoy living the fool so will life itself you do find (QUOTE: 'Some words never heal , they just stop bleeding' - Anon.)