by Natilee Stobaugh

Created on: July 28, 2009

Soundless

You said ' Don't leave',

But I think I must,

The things you say to me,

The abuse is too much.

Now that big city,

Is in my rear-view,

I'm going home,

To start anew.

But when I get there,

Everyone's a mess.

Dead and gone,

Is my best friend.

What I've learned the most,

Through all of this,

Is that cuts and bruises,

Will hurt less and less,

That painful words,

Are meaningless

Because the things that hurt the most,

Are always soundless.

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