sticks and stones may break my bones but
names with make me cry

sticks and stones will produce broken bones that may show up on x-rays but
names will show up on my arms and hips

sticks and stones may be thrown but
names are shot out

sticks and stones may be seen but
names will stay in my mind

sticks and stones may bounce off but
names will tie themselves around my neck

sticks and stones may bruise my skin but
names will make me die inside

I would like to apologize for my very **** outfit
I mean who wouldn't be turned on by my button up shirt, tights, skirt, and boat shoes
Clearly I was asking for you to grab it
I mean I was basically wearing a sign saying grab it
I deserved the anxiety attack it caused me
I 100% deserved showering for an hour to feel clean
I hope you're happy
I mean I won't forget it
If you ever need a reminder check the notes you carved into my wrist

When I was 6 I fell in love with bubblegum
the way it tasted the bubbles
I could make
I'd always have a piece or two in my mouth
I'd run around always find a way to swallow it by accident
I would think about the gum
How it traveled down my throat
How I felt it slide down
How it seemed to be caught in my chest
I'd cough and choke trying to make it come out and it never did
When I was 7 I fell in love with Coca-Cola
I'd drink it almost everyday because I liked the bubbles in my tummy
I loved being one of the big kids who were drinking coke
I would sit with my princess crown and bangs drooping over my face quietly drinking my coke and nodding my head like the big kids
I liked it until I realized the caffeine made me nervous and being a big kid wasn't all that fun
When I was 8 I fell in love with mint chocolate chip ice cream gum
I loved that I could chew as much as I wanted without actually eating
I would keep a pack in my back pocket and after each piece I'd lick the wrapper
I'd sneak it to school everyday
Then I realized whenever I chewed that gum I thought of my grandpa and his love of sweets
When I was 10 I fell in love with cherry cough drops
I thought that if I always ****** on one the anxiety would stay away
I believed that my anxiety came from the air so the cough drops would keep them away
I believed these cough drops until the sugar started to overwhelm me
I found out sugar made me anxious and decided that I'd have to find another way
When I was 11 I found mint gum
I became addicted
Instead of a packs of cigarettes I was addicted to packs of gum
I'd pack them into my mouth until there was a wall where the anxiety couldn't get in
I'd lick the wrappers so the anxiety would stay on the wrapper and not in my mind
I'd always have gum on my bedside in case I got nervous during the night
I'd wake up the next morning with the gum still in my mouth, it tasted of regret
When I was 6 I found out that bubbles aren't always fun
When I was 7 I learned growing up wasn't too much fun
When I was 8 I realized all that's ice cream is not sweet
When I was 10 I learned sugar wasn't good even in cherries
When I was 11 I got addicted and never went back

When I felt as though I was going to implode you hugged me till everything was better
You wrapped your arms around me until my broken pieces fit back together
It's been a month yet you're already a sister
I can't imagine what I'd do without you on my side
I don't think I could survive

Are you sorry about yesterday?
Did you note the damage you inflicted
on an already broken being, a girl,
fighting to keep her tears at bay?

Are you sorry about tomorrow?
Will you regret the stupid decisions,
the way you choose to spend your life,
or your actions that will lead to sorrow?

People say the past is the past,
to stop obsessing over every little thing.
I try to tell my mind to stay out of tomorrow
but it wanders and the unknown is vast.

I’m sorry about yesterday,
and all the horrible things I did.
I’m sorry about tomorrow,
and for all the terrible things I’ll say.