Hurt does Hurt

Hearts house many things

Not all are fluffy dreams.

Some are the darkest beings

Demons dressed as sheep.

They dwell in broken children

Crying into the night.

Answering prayers for vengeance

Their darkness can only spread.

Bullies' words are their weapons

Weighted like sharp boulders.

Lashing out in violence

These demons scar another's life.

The blackest of evils

help those who cannot rise

Not with encouragement

But knives dressed as lies.

Sharpened by daily suffering

They seek out their vicious prey.

If only kind words were cheap

They might help save a life.

But hey, we're only human

And we all live in various strife.