words are the worst weapon
Once said, you can enver take back.
I wish I hadn't said a lot of things in the last few days. Maybe months, maybe years.
Maybe once you learn how to speak, it's one mistake after the other. one lost weapon, one thrown rock.
I'm afraid I loose too many good people with this words I throw.
gotta think more, say less.
I'm sorry for those broken words. They don't mean nothing. And yet they do.
They mean I might be scared. They mean I might not know. They mean I might be to scared, to know.
Or to admit something
Or, just, to let myself live.
love
be
Can't keep hurting people like that tho. Can't keep hurting you.
don't want you walking away because of that.

words are worse than weapons.
they cut, they slice, they bleed.
sorry for some mispoken words.
sorry for some misread meanings.

still like you very much.
hope you see that.