I pray...

I PRAY...

I pray that Ur words are not cursed

I pray that my heart is not scared

I pray u could realize what u have done

I pray u could find my answer to my silence     

I pray u could hear the sirens

I pray that someday u pay the price

I pray that u pay it thrice

My heart was cut and scared

And now it’s not repaired

U left the Band-Aid on the table

Little did u know I was unstable

U expected me to cure myself

But did u ever try correcting yourself

U thought what u said was hilarious

Little did u know, for me it was disastrous

U snubbed me when I cried

But little did u know somebody special was hospitalized

U said I was emotionally weak

Little did u know my heart leaked

But now that it’s all in the past,

I pray that Ur words r a blessing

That now, they can do all the dressing

For what happened in the past,

I don't want it to last

Time covered the wounds like a plaster

Later all I could hear was Ur laughter

Ur laughter made me cry,

And then my heart saw itself and said "OH MY!"

Now lemme give u a word of advice

...speak when u r wise.

This poem is not just for one person, but for all those who spoke without realising WHAT DAMAGE WORDS CAN DO...but I’d rather thank them for, they broke me so I could make myself.

 

⌣THOUGHTS JOTTED...GOODNIGHT⌣

JUST WING IT...EVERYTHING𝨝