Page 27 - Fallen Thoughts

My Weapon

I don’t know why

I say the things I do.
I never ever mean them
But I always act so rude.

I don’t want too…
I don't try too…
But I...But I…

Want to make you feel like shit.

My words are my weapon.
My twisted blade of ink.
My intrusive thoughts are too much,

And I am a coward.
Hiding in the comfort of my foul voice.

I really don't hate you,
I really do care about you
I love you and I promise that is true
I never meant to make you cry.

My words are lies but you didn't know…

I didn't want to make you die.

My words are my weapon.

My tongue is my sharp dagger.
I spoke lies to you.
Just because you were a child.
I knew better, but you did not,

And now we don't speak anymore.

Please don’t come back!

Because all I do is hurt.