• If words could hurt, I’d be bruised.
    Cuts and scars would adorn my body
    And wounds would bleed bloody, black tears.

    If a touch could save, I’d be saved a thousand times.
    I’d be free to be me
    In a world so bleak.

    If a kiss could kill, I wouldn’t be dead yet
    I wait for that day, when that certain someone
    Places that poison touch on my lips

    If tears could talk, I’d say all I could
    Of excruciating agony from being hurt so many times
    And watching others in that pain

    If smiles were see through, the world would see me
    Past the façade, into the depths of my heart
    And see the lonely little girl inside

    If words can hurt, and touches save
    If kisses can kill, tears can talk and smile transparent…
    Why am I still here?