words

I hate words.


Words are sound. Sound is force.
After what you said, I can't feel worse.
I feel so alone. I feel so alive.
Without anyone or anything to hide behind.

My talk could be soft, or it could be steel.
Words are simply what they make you feel.
I feel that they are annoying, wounding,
I don't see why you find that amusing.

I hate what I love and love what I hate.
Whether it be love, time or fate.
I can't get this feeling out somehow...
that I'm incomplete.

Maybe it's because of the words.
Maybe it's because of the world.
How mine is ruled by some BITCH I'LL NEVER GET RID OF.

This is why I hate words.
They make you feel, usually hurt.
I get lost and I lose time.
When I lose my mind...

I don't know, what's left of life.
My life here is a crime.
I am the unknown. I am dangerous.
But I have nothing to hide behind...
No friends, no family, not even myself.
I get shelved, battered worse than everyone else.

I'm running out of time. I'm gonna lose my mind.

All because of... words.