A Word


To you it’s just a word

But it makes her soul burns

And leads to that knife

She takes that first slice

And though the cut hurts

She’d rather feel that pain

Than the hurt and humiliation of being called names

So she continues to cut

And next thing you know

Her soul is now gone

Her body is on the floor

To you it was just a word

But to her it was worse than death

Now she’s no longer here

And her family can’t rest

All of the stress, all of the tears

All of the pain that seems out of this world

All of the questions, all of the heartbreak

All because of your one little word


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