W****
Sl**
B****
C***
Liar
Words hurt.
They pile into my eardrums.
How?
Why?
Wrong?
Questions fill my head.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Confusion, is my emotion
Why do they throw out words?
Because they're true.
No, they're not!
They're wrong.
It wasn't like that.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Regret and frustration in my veins.
Running
Running
Running
1 destination
Open door, run to cabinet.
Find
Searching.
Found.
The pills.
Key to freedom.
Cap is opened.
W****
Hand is open.
Sl**
Bottle tips.
B*****
Pills spill.
Liar*
Pills are taken.
C**^
The dark comes.
Relief, is my emotion
No more questions.
No more words.
The dark comes.
I am gone.

Words Hurt.
Silence Kills.