Written words cut deeper Their knives are dipped in venom Laced with hate and intent The attack carefully considered Consequences weighted Are utterances more easily forgiven? They're both still thoughts They're there "I wish I never gave birth to you" Well, there you have it When compared to your pedophile son, I still come up last I must be evil My inception dreams tell me so I see him lurking in corners beckoning to me Do you see something I do not? I continue on licking the wounds you keep opening Cursing your words You relish in my actions don't you? Is my unhappiness your only victory? How could you possibly enjoy this I continue to sink lower Trapped in my own thoughts If there are shadows, shouldn't there be light?