Drowning in a sea of words,
of emotion and intensity,
words so fierce and yet so gentle,
that make you weep in remorse.

You knew it was coming,
you were the killer after all.
And yet you weep for you are drowning,
in your sorrow and regret.

The words in question are those of a toddler,
no more than 3, yet with a large vocabulary,
and you weep and weep for he is the brother,
of the one that you painfully shot.

Not with a gun, but with words of course,
The words so painful and yet so harmless,
"I hate you. I hate your guts."
The words you said that fateful night.

It may have been suicide but it doesn't change fate,
she's gone now, and you can only drown,
weep all you can for tonight is your night,
to drown in the sorrow of anger and words.

Remember that words can only bring pain,
and nothing is only "a quick little joke"
You failed Life itself on that sorrowful evening,
and you will pay dearly for your indirect words.

Death is one thing and Life is another,
you don't feel a thing unless it is gone,
the others who cared for you are now deep and drowning,
drowning in an endless sea of emotional words.