What Will Always Be

Hurtful words do not pierce skin,
But instead, they wound the soul,
Blood that weeps from spirit torn,
Sewn shut lips shall take its toll.

Doubt that shreds your inner being,
Unyielding silence reigns supreme,
Blame and fault walk hand in hand,
The crack of that mask, never seen.

To reveal the worlds within a world,
Chip away at those porcelain lies,
That spread and hardened long ago,
To hide away shame and tainted ties.

Regret that stings your very being,
Things that were never in your control,
Fingers pointed with echoing laughter,
Innocence and sanity they long had stole.

With summoned tears and bitten lips,
The light becomes too much to bear,
Rays of white that scorch and burn,
The unforgiving world that was never fair.

An empty shell that begs for death,
Remnants of tortured souls rot away,
Forever waiting for oblivion to come,
As agony manifests and vows to stay.