• Words, screaming with their own importance,
    aching with soft intensity,
    bleeding like a slit wrist.

    I want words because my own words are not good enough.
    I want emotions because it seems I can feel none.
    Every hollow thought that leaks from the recesses of my mind twists through me with a pulse- throbbing agony.
    Every whispered sentence cuts me worst than any red-hot blade.

    I am not safe from myself,
    muchless anything that comes from your mind
    or your lips.

    Your words are poisonous and acidic;
    They burn into my soul and replay through my mind like a scratched cassette.
    You don't care what your words do to me,
    how it leaves me twisted and corrupt with my own fears and anger

    It's like a don't exist anymore.
    I am gone.
    All that is left of me is this hollow, empty shell that echoes like a tomb,
    the mouth to hell and all of it's denizens.

    Your words killed me,
    ripped my heart and mind asunder.
    And all that I wanted to hear was words.