If Words Can’t Hurt You

Than I hope that you never find yourself in the sights of the blue.

In that cold, dark, room.

Where you’re told questions,

And you ask your answers.

Where days pass

But the slightest breath is caught,

And filled with sharp stabs at your identity, your sense of self.

And lies about you, and your future.

So long as they get an X on that target on your back,

To get the heat off theirs.

And lay that blanket of false security on the town.

And on your former life,

Ended by nothing but words.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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