a bruised heart is equivalent to clipped wings.
you get up off of your feet to fly, soar high but you cannot hold yourself. you fall.
they say to kill a mockingbird is a sin, but you can take aim and shoot at the blue jays and robi(y)n's like they don't matter. i thought everything/one was made to be equal on this earth. we all may not think identically, but we do breathe and feel things the same as everyone else.
aim and ready to fire.
don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes.
i'm bulletproof and ready to go, but your armaments are deadlier than any gun or knife a person could possibly have in their possession. words are like deadly weapons, they can cut through you worse a shear knife ever could. they rip you apart from the inside out, hanging on every word that was said until you collapse from the internal bleeding.
it's a silent kill. it cannot be tracked. no foot or fingerprints can be traced, no bullet holes to tie to a gun, no evidence to who had done the killing.
but since when was dying inside considered a murder?
put the man on trial! which man? no man. you cannot find him. how can you arrest someone when there's no evidence pointing to anyone in particular?
court is adjourned.
this case is hopeless.
