The Words are Pain
In the darkness of my room I sit,
thinking of the pains I get.
I can't help thinking,
why me?
Then in the quietness I see,
why everything happens to me.
I let it.
I dont' do anything to prevent it.
I may in fact
help it
by my actions and words.
I have to learn to keep my mouth shut.
Not to speak,
Cause now I realize,
that my words are idiotic to me,
Words hurt people,
more then anything else,
Our emoitions are played with
so eaisly with a few words.
Still,
I can't help wondering,
why do we say these when they hurt so much
and destroy lives?
