Whore
Slut
Bitch
Cunt
Liar
Words hurt.
They pile into my eardrums.
How?
Why?
Wrong?
Questions fill my head.
I don't know. 
I don't know.
I don't know.
Confusion, is my emotion
Why do they throw out words?
Because they're true. 
No, they're not!
They're wrong.
It wasn't like that.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Regret and frustration in my veins. 
Running 
Running
Running
1 destination
Open door, run to cabinet.
Find 
Searching.
Found.
The pills.
Key to freedom.
Cap is opened. 
Whore
Hand is open.
Slut
Bottle tips.
Bitch
Pills spill.
Liar
Pills are taken. 
Cunt
The dark comes. 
Relief, is my emotion
No more questions. 
No more words.
The dark comes. 
I am gone. 

Words Hurt.
Silence Kills.