Did you ever want to know? How much your words hurt?

About the thoughts they caused? The destruction, the damage?

There can only be so many times when i tell myself they're just that-words.

Wether they went from words to truths has no importance, its that they were said, shouted. Causing images to flash though my head, make me smile, a painful- contemplative smile.

What if you don't know the many times i've imagined your words? Imagined the scenes, the fear. But in the end there was always a peacefulness there, promising me something better.

The soft peace it would bring, saying it wouldn't make your words sting, my eyes widen.

But i have imagined your words, the words that causes a painful hole in my throat.

it doesn't matter if you meant your words…

Because they already hit, crashed a gaping hole in my chest.

Brought an image of a girl with blacked out eyes in a photo.

Because when you said, i hope you don't wake up, i was thinking 'Wouldn't that be nice...'