Page 7 - Fallen Thoughts

Words

I’ve grown up with words
Finding comfort in stories
Words became home

But now you use words
To hurt me and tear me down
The words sting my skin

I used to love to drown

Surrounded by words
It always felt safe

You stole that from me

My fortress of syllables
Crumbles around me

I still have a house
Four walls, a roof overtop
But my home is gone

~I want it back