It seems as though
These words are so very small
But they can be used to hurt
To say goodbye
To abandon
To give up
To scream
To K I L L
So why
Why do we let these words, so small
Get to us
Maybe they dig under our skin
Stick to us
Bounce around in our heads until we believe them
Because once something is heard
It's never really forgotten
So plug your ears
Close your eyes
For the beautiful things we use to create
Wonderful worlds
And let go of pain
Are the ones that are hurting you
YOU ARE READING
The End Of The Road
PoetryPoetry for the dead and dying. For the ones just done trying. Here's the words for you. It's a bloody dream come true. I can't promise it'll help you get through. But if your mind is dark It'll leave its mark It'll make your bleeding heart Just t...
