These words

These words are knifes

These knifes carve skin

This skin leaks blood

That blood, made up of cells

Cells, the building blocks of life itself

Life, Something that is granted to us whether we want it or not

Not wanting life

Not wanting to live

They say " The world would be a better place..."

Your brain say "Take this knife in your hand and  just put it away

Because they are just words

But they don't know how these words can turn into knifes as the cycle repeats.