If only words could be spoken in that manner so special,
why then do they hurt so much…hurt until you don’t feel yourself anymore,but a part of someone else…
a hurt stranger you have never seen before ..
was it your fault? NO!screams your heart..and yet…..yet you doubt yourself.
But I never asked for it did I?
why?did you think you were someone special?
that words could not shatter your smugnes,in that precise cold blooded way?
a torrent of arrows fast enough to shatter your armour
sharp enough to pierce your soul,
and there they lie deeply embedded….
somewhere in the dark recesses of your heart..
waiting for you to pull them out..
until eternity or …until another one comes to take its place…
maybe even deeper this time…
as you pull and pull and finally bleed…
carry that wound with you for eternity..carry it as a burden on your soul..
condemned to the depths of hell till there is no salvation
for,if words can heal,they can hurt so much more……………….