Written words cut deeperTheir knives are dipped in venomLaced with hate and intentThe attack carefully consideredConsequences weightedAre utterances more easily forgiven?They're both still thoughtsThey're there"I wish I never gave birth to you"Well, there you have itWhen compared to your pedophile son,
I still come up lastI must be evilMy inception dreams tell me soI see him lurking in corners beckoning to meDo you see something I do not?I continue on licking the wounds you keep openingCursing your wordsYou relish in my actions don't you?Is my unhappiness your only victory?How could you possibly enjoy thisI continue to sink lowerTrapped in my own thoughtsIf there are shadows, shouldn't there be light?
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way