WORDS

So few words can make you think

But some can hurt your soul

And living each day alone inside

You’re no longer in control

People hide behind their morals

And then claim to be unflawed

Yet consecutively commit all seven sins

Without a second thought

Each day bleeds into the next

Like a cut that won’t clot

Then a scar is left to remind you

Of the yesterdays you forgot

What if we’re stuck between two worlds

Touched both by light and dark

In this hell we’re tested

And cursed with conscience thought

I’m sad because I think too much

Sometimes searching throughout my mind

In vain and inconclusive

My answers I didn’t find

We all want to be like everyone else

We live in a world where it’s wrong to feel

Too sad too different

Just swallow this pill

If I didn’t know my neck would crack

If pills were in my reach

If a gun didn’t make so much noise

My maker I would meet

Some words can make you think

And some can hurt your soul

But I use words to let it out

So I don’t lose control