It Never Hurts At First
“It never hurts at first…”
It seems like only yesterday but it happened years before, one year, three hundred and seventy-five days, 52 weeks, I’ll never forget it. How can I forget something that ruined me?
Words, letters committed to paper or air. They take a form changing them from letters to things sweeter than honey or sharper than knives. ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.’ I lived by that saying for years, I always thought it was right and so true. I thought wrong. Words ruined me. There is no denying it. I thought about escape, oh trust me I did. In fact I tried every escape short of suicide.
Peoples voices taunt me, they haunt me, like ghostly knives they slice at me.
It seems like only yesterday but it happened years before, one year, three hundred and seventy-five days, 52 weeks, I’ll never forget it. How can I forget something that ruined me?
Words, letters committed to paper or air. They take a form changing them from letters to things sweeter than honey or sharper than knives. ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.’ I lived by that saying for years, I always thought it was right and so true. I thought wrong. Words ruined me. There is no denying it. I thought about escape, oh trust me I did. In fact I tried every escape short of suicide.
Peoples voices taunt me, they haunt me, like ghostly knives they slice at me.
- Dreamer
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Bad Sides Lure - if only I knew
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