They have been called sharp,
cutting you deep.
Bring you to tears,
or pushing back all your fears.
They can break your heart,
or make it fly.
Simple WORDS

Slowly they fall down my cheek,
Expressing the words I cannot speak.

Releasing the pain that builds up inside,
Nevermore for me to be able to hide.

Easing my hurt and my fears,
Those I cannot speak unto your ears.

Framing my mind around the worse,
About why I was given this horrible curse.