Words As Weapons Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In the silence of the bathroom, echoes of breakfast meet porcelain,
Sobs echo in solitary rooms where tears carve their own symphony.
Empty stomachs echo the cruel words, shaping shadows in mirrors,
A corner holds the secret dance of blades against fragile skin.

Masks adorn faces, concealing the pain beneath the painted smiles,
Deception weaves a web, disguising the turmoil that brews within.
A facade of joy veils the truth, a performance on a lonely stage,
And behind every laugh, a plea for understanding silently resonates.

Lying on the cold floor, eyes dulled by the weight of despair,
Some find solace in the final act, escaping the relentless storm.
Bullying, a cruel game that alters destinies, molds fragile souls,
A sinister force that transforms laughter into a weapon, piercing hearts.

Random victims emerge, shaped by the words they can't escape,
Listening to the torment, they become the very echoes of cruelty.
In the face of such pain, laughter loses its innocence,
Forcing introspection: Would you mock the creation of anorexic shadows?

Would you jest as your words push someone toward the abyss,
Where desperation meets the edge, and life slips away like sand?
No laughter can erase the haunting truth of a name on a final note,
On a pillow, in a hospital room, a girl refuses to nourish her wounded spirit.

Bullying is no jest, no trivial game to play, but a force that shatters lives,
A plea echoes in the silence: Why choose to wield words as weapons?