Weapons Of Mass Destructuion

Sometimes,
I get tired of feeling the pain
Of  carelessly spoken words...

Some words have curves, and
some words have edges...

Makes me feel like
my soul is dangling from
High Ledges
and ...
in the midst of the madness
Somewhere... I lost the message
because I feel low.
like my soul is mingling with
the fresh sodden earth...
I ... can almost feel the cool
of the dirt meshing with my skin...
Yes.. I believe the missapropriation of words
Is a sin...
and one I I don't take lightly
as I recall recent harshness
Felt like each word tried  to bite me

Deep down inside causing
The infection to spread
to my mind.. and my pride

Got me writhing on my side
in disbelief ...
Never have I been so hurt...
and felt so much grief

Words used in correctly
cause the soul to wear thin...
and.. the Truth is:
No one can hurt you with words...
Quite like your Kin

As I sit... with my spiritual scull split
Nursing scars that seem as though
Some internal flame has been lit
Hateful Words...
I simply can't handle it
As I pull sharp shards
out of my mental space...

Blood of my Youthful Soul
spilling over my face
Hurtful Words
are bitter to the taste...
Words need care and direction...
SO they dont become
Weapons Of Mass Destruction....