Masked wounds

June 3, 2011
A compliment, temporary happiness
An insult, everlasting depression

Words come without thought
And puncture deep into a mans heart,
To the soul itself

But still, they are thrust about carelessly
Leaving wounds that may never heal
A cut too deep to enter

Noticed, a hint of joy
Left out, a scar of sadness

Words can give me life
Or break me down
But the impact goes on without realization

A masked blade
A hidden dagger

The tongue is insidious
More dangerous than the mind can comprehend
Unknowingly harmful

A touch, importance
A strike, never ending pain

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