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Last week
You cut yourself
With a razor
To cope.
Now it's infected.
You are sick
Because the tools you use are sick
Because the things around you are sick.
Now it's oozing
Yellow and sick.
Easily spread.
You try and show someone.
Someone you think would get it,
Someone you think would help.
But before you show them yours,
They show you theirs.
Theirs isn't infected
But you think they would understand anyways
It's the same act, right?
So you show them yours
They get grossed out and turn away,
Never speak to you again.
Never get to speak to you again.
Turns out, when you showed them your cut you gave theirs an infection.
A deadly infection.
See, they weren't as strong as you.
They were only exposed to health,
Not sickness.
They weren't accustomed to such filth
Now they never will be.
Now your worse then before,
Trying to fix not only the physical damage
But the emotional as well
Because you can't live with yourself after what you just put your friend through.
You contemplate suicide but decide against it
Because your cut is looking worse and worse each day and you think it will finish you off
A week later, you cant move
And people around you notice and get suspicious
One blabbermouth stops by and asks you "What is wrong?"
But you just smile and state "Nothing is wrong"
They don't believe you
But don't really look into it.
They're too self absorbed.
One person stops by your house that you have never met before
They walk over to you and notice your bed soars,
Get out their first aid kit and fix them up.
They are just finishing tending to your soars when they see your cut
Yellow and oozing.
You warn them to get away.
They stare in awe and get back to their first aid kit.
Silent.
They work on your cut,
Put creams on it
And you object.
Screaming for them to
Stop.
But they keep going
And then this person leaves.
You don't know if they died or what.
They return the next day
And the next day
And the next day,
Tending to your cut.
Until it is mostly healed
And the person feels you do not need them anymore.
They leave
And never show back up.
You realize how much this person has grown on you.
You look back at the past and remember screaming for them to stop
Now you wish they would stay
Just a little longer.
This person didn't say a word to you but became your best friend.
You are left in silence.
And you pondered the silence for a while.
Then you realize
Actions are better then words.
Words are too complicated,
Too personalized.
You need not speak,
Only show.