Looks can ****
so they say,
but words can't hurt at all.

But whoever came up with the idiotic saying,
"Sticks and stones can break my bones,
but words can

Never

hurt me."


Has obviously never had a dictionary thrown at them.

Because words do hurt,
they think we can ignore it,
but the breaking point,
when is that?

They say it'll stop eventually,
but what if eventually isn't soon enough,
before...

The Breaking point.

The breaking point,
no one knows where it is,
but it kills,
everyone dies in the end.

But others aren't that lucky,
when they aren't looking,
tragedy happens,
and it sneaks up on them,
it forms,
from their own thoughts,
a knife,
it will ****.

they are called words.

Words make the breaking point,

the breaking point,
where no one knows where it is.

But,

It kills

Words are the deadliest of weapons,
they cause death, destruction,
and everything.

Wars form from...
words.

They are the destroyer of the human race.

So next time someone tells you to toughen up,
or that stupid saying,
or that it will eventually go away,
don't believe them,
it won't,
you have to be strong and break the words.

Like a wall,
they block you,
destroy them,
be a wrecking ball,
because they will come down,

and you will be,

victorious

You will win against...

*The Breaking Point.

You tender hand,
held me gently.
Like a rosebud, not yet bloomed,

But as you held,
tenderly,
And caressed me everyday.
Watered and cared,
and watched for hours,
waiting for me to let you in.

I did.

For you alone I bloomed.

I let you know my deepest fears,
and my heart's desire.

But lately all you let me know,

*Is that you let me down.

There's this voice,
in my head.

She screams at me.
I understand.

She says:

You're fat.

She says:

You're Ugly.

And I Am.

Overweight.

And it's not just a disorder.

Or a problem.

But a Number

That is a statistic
saying:

Obese

Overweight

The Tolerance,
to the treadmill,
That I Regret,
everyday.

And I can't do it anymore.

So there.

Goodbye food.

And anything else.

That tortures me daily.

Like the voice.

Her Name.

Is
Skinny.

What are friends?

When you're down,
in the blue.

They are always there,
to comfort,
and love.

When you're scared,
for a loved one,
or a breakup appears.

They are always there,
with open arms,
and help,
to get you,
through hard
times.

The world is like a bubble.
Floating,
barley on the edge,
ready to pop,
at any moment.

Can it be
I'm the only one left?
The rest of humanity seems to have gone to shame.

I'm not even sure they are human,
I don't even think they are sane.

The rest of the Humans are gone.
I am only left.
Yet to be replaced by a race,
of hate and greed.
Where everyone covets and wants what others have.

So now I wait,
to be replaced.
By one of these
Aliens.