Words Are Dead

Words are so beautiful.

So powerful.

A simple string of letters;

a certain arrangement of syllables and consonants and vowels,

that have the ability to move you.

A simple word can begin a friendship

or tear apart a family.

And as we go on each day

we speak only some of these beautiful words

while others sit in our minds

dancing on our tongue

behind our lips,

just desperately trying to escape.

Words are powerful

and beautiful

and meaningful

and life is nothing without them.

So why are we taught to hold our tongue

when some of us are dying to speak up?

And if one voice could be heard,

then that voice could be saved.

But instead we silence them

and teach them to be silent.

For the words that want to be spoken

are words of “sin” and blasphemy.

Because they’d rather you kill yourself on the inside

and let your insides rot their way through

and pierce your heart,

before you ever say the words

“I want to die”.

Those words aren’t allowed.

Words can say so much.

And yet, no one appreciates the power that they hold.

Instead, it is asked why language is taught,

and “who needs grammar anyways”

are words I hope to never hear from anyone around me.

Because those words-

a single word

could be the end of someone.

And you didn’t care enough to listen.