The Words Never Said

The words never said
There are many words people may never say , maybe because they're afraid 
Or don't know how to put them in a way that it won't tear out the others heart and leave them to bleed.
They often quote a short verse and it goes “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”
Which is no longer true for me.
The sticks and stones turned to loaded guns and the words turned to the triggers
And when the words were weak but cut so deep inside I turned the loaded guns into razors
,the words became my excuse  
And they became my escape ,from this horrible place.
My skin became the paper and it carved the words that they say
I use to smile in my pictures 
And you use to compliment my looks
But now that everything I touch seems to break or leave 
I lost my smile and found blade
I lost my  happiness and depression welcomed me in ,with arms open. Except the arms where guns and the welcoming gift was bullets it even had instructions on how to do it 
Once you started to realize where your mind had gone to it was pretty much the end for you. You could as for treatment and if they gave it , take them all at once it's sure to solve it all.
Hailee burkett
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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