Forgotten Words.

If my words could build a staircase, that would carry you to your dreams
A smile would stretch, across your face, and maybe you’d love me, once again
If words could give an angel, the wings she needs to fly
Then I could be the hero, of the skies

If words could cure my heartache, these tears would no longer fall
Mixing with the blood, that covers my wrists
 But our world is as delicate, as the oldest of china
It begs to be held, in actions hands

But all I have are words, that spell puzzles in my mind
Words that say I “I love you” but that leave you far behind
Actions speak louder, than all of my doubts
I wish I could show you, that I’m falling apart

I wish you would remember, the way we used to laugh
The way we watched the stars, fill up our cloudless skies
The way our doubts could never compare, to the love that burned inside
But the truth is that actions, speak louder than words

I spoke too quietly, the day that you left me
Swallowed pills, and broken hearts
If only my actions, could have saved you
In a world where words, are never enough

The writer is left, with pain and solitude
As she looks on, in endless shame
Her thoughts were too quiet, her words could not save
The story she tells, will forever be written

Across her sacred, bloody wrists.