Words

[WickedWeekend]

I don't know what this, honestly. It's a little more than a poem, maybe.

Let's start this with off with a little hello.
It's been a while, but I'd like to cut to the chase and skip that mile.
Some say I held a grudge against you for so long, but I think it's just that you don't know how to say sorry.
Those things may have been minor to you when you said them, but they affected me more than you'd think.
It's so ironic that the tool you tore me down with is the same one I am using to get through to you.
I'm talking about our words.
Speech can stir up rallies and convert sinners, but you chose to sin with it.
Some say I can't take a joke, but it is it a joke if I'm bleeding?
It feels like I just fell into a brick wall.
It's how your words crashed into my heart.

Yes, we are human. We sin. It's our nature.
But it is not natural that you assisted my best friend into the land of the dead.
You killed him with your words.
You're rampaging, but now you're going to flip the page and
Act like I don't exist. Do I even matter to you?
I wanted to heal us, but you can't even acknowledge the fact that you hate me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But what was he talking about when he never said
Words don't scar forever. But they do. And you scarred me.
So I'm sorry, that I had to publicly humiliate you with my words.
But I guess you had it coming, like a major "screw you."