Words have been my companion for how many years now
Comforting me, making me laugh through a song or a book
Helping me live
Helping me make a living
Helping me exorcise my demons
and realize my desires and dreams.
Words kept me alive when I thought nothing was worth living for
Words make me feel more alive
But can sometimes kill me, too.
It’s okay, however.
Because I know that
A book or a song sometimes
Can help me regain whatever was lost.
It may seem silly to you that mere words
Have this large an impact
But I don’t care really
For I live because of them
And I know that, somehow, they exist through me.