Words...

The bad ones?....

Those sting,

They sting as you poor alcohol on my open wound.

It bleeds.

Every second feels longer and longer with each sharp painful word you say.

Your speech?... It almost slurs

You're messed up again this I can tell.

You may sit and deny every accusation for I know the truth that lies beneath.

Though thy truth painful.

You are lost.

Lost in this pain.

Lost within your sadness and shame.

Regrets plenty.

Your soul bleeds as it screams.

Calling out, voice faint but still screams and yells for you to hear me.

Nothing.

Nothing in this void.

Bittersweet nothingness.

You once here but you had slowly started to disappear

Your habits became something more

Something painful

Brought sadness.

It grew forever more.

Throughout many people you had loved.

It infected

They loved you too, but you'd never know it until the infection swallowed you.