Words hurt.

Words are the most painful thing a human can endure. I've had broken bones, period cramps, burns, aches, pains, bruises, tattoos, splinters, paper cuts. I've broken my own skin in fits of depression, in moments where I wanted nothing more than to leave this world.

Nothing has hurt me more in life than words.

You're fat. You're ugly. You're too sensitive. You're too loud. Too angry. You're going through a phase. No one loves you. No one ever could.

You deserve to die.

Sticks and stones may break my bones.

Words have impact that no one can see, and therefore people think aren't as important.

Words changed the world.

I have a dream.

Four score and seven years ago.

We the people.

The end of slavery. The beginning of women's rights. Gay marriage. Interracial marriage.

Words change everything, and yet somehow, they're worthless.

I'm worthless for using them.

Words get stuck and caught in my throat, unable to push through to tell people how I feel, to tell them how they hurt me, or how I care for them. My fingers can't type fast enough for what I need to say, what I need to convey.

Words don't work as well as actions, but actions terrify me.

I'm a coward.

I'm a coward.

I love you.

I'm a coward.

Words don't work.

Nothing works.

There are no words.

There never have been.


Been a long time, but I couldn't convey this through fanfiction tonight.