Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can also hurt me.
Sticks and stones break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Curses, names, and threats were shouted
time and time again,
leaving with me thoughts of hate
and pushing me near my end.
Pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed, it's words that I remember.
Memories of years spent fighting tears
grab hold and tear my mind.
Inside I hold my desires close,
my happiness you will find.
but words can also hurt me.
Sticks and stones break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Curses, names, and threats were shouted
time and time again,
leaving with me thoughts of hate
and pushing me near my end.
Pain from words has left its scar
on mind and heart that's tender.
Cuts and bruises now have healed, it's words that I remember.
Memories of years spent fighting tears
grab hold and tear my mind.
Inside I hold my desires close,
my happiness you will find.
Melanie_Rose
Padoodallee
L7SquariaN
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