Words.

There are no possible words,
To explain the pain I feel,
And how much I want it gone,
So I can live my life and heal.

Sometimes there's no cure,
To a persons pain or strife,
Because there's no hope,
Left in their desperate lives.

Maybe it's all the abuse,
Their parents seem to show,
To make them feel broken,
And to hide, so no one knows.

What about the drugs?
They do it to feel alive,
So they feel the control,
When they turn to the knife.

Their words are painful,
And I know that one day,
They will be loudly heard,
To have the ability to say.

To stand up to their abusers,
That create their silent voices,
So that when they're down,
They can make their own choices.

Alot of people don't realize,
That this is a really small world,
Cruelty, injustice, it's all unfair,
But we should watch our words.

We should understand others,
That they have desirable will,
And we should all keep in mind,
That words, can really kill.