Stick and stones can Braked your bones But words will tear your soal into tiny pieces Maybe not all at once But little by little Slice by slice The wounds will heal But the wounds of the soal takes more the just time And if those wounds don't heal U die, not physically you can't be that Lucky , no I can't be that lucky When your soul bleeds it bleeds hope Hope of change, hope of man kind, and hope that you are not the words, that people call you.
My soul has ran dried befor, Sliced way to many time And me with no confidence to stich it back up I was to the point of opting out, Saying **** it.
I was tired of being called a freek tired of being told that I am less That my life ment nouthing Then I started to bleave it That the world would be better with out me And hell it would of been I did not contribute to this world Never made a change
I was so **** close Blood flowing down my wrist My mettifulical soul Looking like my wrist And obviously I lived
But you don't get over that kind of **** alone It doesn't despair It builds U need a rope to get out of that rapid You know what mine was..... Words The same thing that sliced my soal That night I dreamed That I was a writer That my words did more good than the words of the outhers did harm Not just for me but for others like me Despair oozing out of them Hatred coating there mind That the only thing keeping them alive Was the fact they cut across the tracks and not along
The next day I wrote I wrote stories and poems Letting my worries of the fuecher draw hope from the page and into me Letting me clime out of my self pity Without drugs Without other people (the way I do everything) And I lived Not like I was, day by day No I was finally alive I wanted to live Not just because its what was expected But I wanted this, I wanted my dream I wanted to save not just my life But some one else To tell them Yea words can beat you down, drag you to your grave, dig u a 9foot grave and berry you But they can also brang you back to life, more alive than before. Words can give you some thing that you felt you never had Love, and love is what repair the wounds of your soul, Show you that you have a reason to live, No matter if those words are internal or external They can heal you, and free you from the world that I once feared