One word can make you fly,high and able to touch the sky

One word can put you down, near the buried bones

You are breaking down ,you aren't who you  were once

Once upon a time you used to be able to fly.....away from everything that makes you cry

Telling what's wrong with no need to hide

Telling this isn't the end without losing your hope

Each word has a deep meaning that it could cut some to two halves 

Words have their own magic...sometimes it's  blackmagic

You know what's the worst? when you lose your own words

Tears start to replace them..silence takes over the place

Muted screams start to play in the background 

You aren't watching a play

You are lost in your own play

Black White no...everything is in yellow with spots of red

Bright yellow that you hate the most,red.... reminds you of the souls that have been wasted

You choose to close your eyes hoping that everything will end

It will end..but not after drawing a scar on your weak heart

One word can't heal it, not even a million one

But one word can give it a new color. A color that you like

Scars can be pretty if you give them new colors..a colorful heart

It's yours and it won't leave until you leave

Some choose to leave without saying a word

You take their old words maybe they can color your heart.

Don't underestimate what one word could do.

That's the thing.