Talk

It’s hard to block out the words of others sometimes

The negative words resonate in a way the positive don’t

They fester and gnaw at any attempt to be happy

It’s easy to believe what they say

Oh how people love to talk, poke at you in just the right ways

When you have nothing else to hold on to

It’s hard not to succumb to a state of sorrow sometimes

The sadness stays a little longer than the happiness does

It fills up all the cracks inside of you

It’s easy to feel the pain

Their words resonate in a way that your own thoughts don’t

When there is no end in sight

It’s hard to believe someone when they let you down

Time and again a feeling of despondency

Past testaments of discord haunt you

It’s easy to fear the worst

When talk comes from everywhere except where you need it

How do you hold on to nothing?

It’s hard to understand what talk does for them

When they know it causes pain

The words batter my heart and leave me shattered

Darkness fills my soul

It’s easy to see how agony begets agony

When there is nothing better to do except hurt others

Breaking them down to nothing

Talk may be cheap

But talk can be haunting