Words in anger

Words. They come and go. They connect us to the sea of humanity that engulfs us. We are somewhat like spiders, for we weave words as spiders weave webs. We may marvel at the intricate patterns of a web, but personally I think no other animal (there may be other intelligent life forms than us) may weave a pattern so convoluted, so twisted, so bizzarely complicated.
We lie. We cheat. We curse with words, be it in your mind or through speech. It is both a poison and a serum. But the words that we so carelessly utter, will never return. No matter how much we want them to. We pray for them to come back. We plead for them to come back, and hope everything is forgotten.
But these...words...do not ever return. Nothing will ever mend a wound. The scar will never go away. And so does the hurting.
I said something very wrong yesterday. And I think I will regret it forever.