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Words to kill

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They say words can't kill you,
Yet why do they cut me,
Make me bleed,
The sorrows that rise and fall,
They do because of these,
These shapeless carriers of humanity.

A sentence made me lose my father,
A rejection letter took away my peace.
'We regret to inform you....'
Save the rest! Oh please...

The rest is obscure, futile
For these few words have chipped
Away my heart.
Its pieces are infinite .

A potpourri of unlived feelings,
Of murdered desires, discarded emotions
And love. 
Lots of it.
Ah! It makes such a mess.

I marvel at its ability to wound itself
It is majestic even in its death.
It may appear sudden but it
Had it coming for quite a while.
I marvel at how far
It has limped along,
Cracking deeper and deeper
Until it broke apart.

I fixed it with words I did not believe,
The very substance that brought
Me to my knees.
I strap it together
Because I need it to live my life
I cannot afford to give it up
It is a luxury that is given to some,
The only thing I am grateful for.

Words have took away
everything I valued.
Those feeble strings 
that binds people together,
 shaping them into a mold
Changing their minds and beliefs
Blinding their eyes to
The beautiful wonders
The world has to offer.
Yes the thing called relationships.

Why do you have tears in your eyes?
These are just words
Spoken by a passerby of life.
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