Venomous
words are stronger than you think. Their poison seeps deep into your veins
blurring everything you’ve ever known. Stinging your skin, crushing your
bones. Your head starts to explode from the pain and all of these new
Feelings
   of pain. Am I dead? Is this killing me? Or is it making me stronger? My
   thoughts are the anecdote for this ache crawling through my being. A
sudden rush of sorrow starts to 
Swarm
  my brain, the misery distorting my personal memories. Am I reliving them
  or trying to remember how they once played out? If you could see inside
My
   thoughts and memories, you would ask yourself what went wrong? Where
   did she fall down and lose it all? Some probably think I just hit my
Head
   too hard after falling and getting right back up again. Maybe they’re right,
and
   even though that is hard to admit, what they don’t know is that these
   ghosts inside my head help me face my fears, and what my heart held.
   You can
Slash
these blacked out memories from my consciousness, but for some reason
   they will never go
away
   Never far enough. I won’t let you down, but however long it takes,
my
   soul can wither away to a million pieces, my
heart
   may be broken and cold; this toxin can only consume so much of me.