Maybe,
The whispers will overwhelm
That beautiful mind of yours
They'll pull, rip to shreds
These worries in your head
Insecurities you didn't know
Plagued you.
So convinced that they know
how to break you.

In crowds between classrooms
You'll catch glares,
Stolen glances
Rumors spun, insults thrown
Fueling verbal war zones
Don't you know,
Words are just empty air?

And maybe,
You'll beg for answers, help
And maybe the bottle will answer
You can't help
The urge to suppress
The stress, you obsess
Over words, how they haunt
Shallow whispers, they taunt
In the deepest of sleep,
They find you
These secrets,
Let secrets define you.

But maybe, the whispers will stop.
Maybe hands will hold time on the clock.
When shaking hands all hold candles
Fail to cope, try to handle
The empty seat in the class
Funeral invite, name embossed
The cross someone stuck in the grass
We all knew words came with a cost.

And you're standing there, trembling
Emotions unsettling
It was nearly your tears
Dried on cold skin
It was almost your fate to choose
It could've been your ink
On the paper
What if it was your armor come loose?

Maybe our dreams become nightmares
Between sheets where we all fall apart
They say sticks and stones
Might break your bones
But words,
they might break your heart.