Unimaginable is the hurt. Unthinkable is the pain. Trying to imagine a mind that could use the tongue so violently to hurt another is inconceivable. Sometimes it would be better to hold your tongue. Reign back on the leash of that awful beast. There are only so many thrashings a body can take while here on this earth.
Don’t be the one to throw that fatal blow
Sometimes putting into words how you feel is painful
Sometimes those words would rip apart worlds
Other times the words can mend canyons of pain
Those same words rearranged could sink a ship
Is it better to go on with the knowledge that nothing matters
Is it true that your life has been a sham
Is that what people you love think about you
People that you have tried to help slice at you arteries
Wicked is the tongue that cuts so deep with purpose
Wicked is the mind that thinks only of themselves
To undo such words cannot be done
To put the layers of skin back on the heart challenging at best
To try to mask the pain and torment brings tears
And I will not wipe the tears away
Let them stain my face, my shirt, and my pants
Let not a tear touch the ground
The tears will stop after my heart
My tears will follow me on my journey
Between the breaths of the worlds I will be free
Only to awaken with wet eyes and wonder why
Starting a new journey shackled with unknown pain
Would be better than living and knowing
To not know why you cry
Would be better than knowing
To carry a burden for eternity
Would be better than carrying it for a lifetime
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