Wounds of Words

I don’t tell people things they don’t want to hear. No, I would rather prevaricate than hurt someone’s feelings. So don’t expect me to tell you how I truly feel about you for you will only hear words that had been ‘coated’. Does that make me a terrible friend? I suppose it does, doesn’t it?

But this is my way in the art of communication. I ‘carved’ my words carefully before I spill them out. I wipe away all the unintended vulgarity before I utter my words. I don’t like to hurt people’s feelings through words for words cut deeper than the edge of a surgical scalpel. Words go straight to your heart and slash it without any compassion. The wound on your arm will heal but the wound in your heart never does. It only cuts deeper when you try to heal it.

There is this certain feeling at the core of your heart after you have been ‘attacked’ by words. It is a dark feeling that swirls in your heart and then the echoes of those word could be heard in your brain. In the end you pretty much fall. It is hard to recover from the fall…it is harder to wipe away the echo of those words in your mind.

I grow up in a middle-class family. My parents taught to be humble and not to be audacious and I taught myself to have empathy towards another individual’s feelings.

I live in a society that hardly gives a second thought to another’s feeling. Most of my peers come from a rich family. Some of them don’t think before they speak. Few of them know of the effect their words have caused. One of them had crossed the line today.

Think before you speak for you can’t take back the words that you spill from your mouth. Hold your tongue for you can’t take away the hurt caused by words that was wove by that anatomy of yours. Carve your words for the wound in the heart never heals.

You might never realise the effect your words have done to another individual. But trust me, the wounds of words hurt deeply.