Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But your words are much more hurtful.
Sticks and stones may scar my skin,
But your words linger deep within.
Sticks and stones are not that close
To the written words you chose.
Sticks and stones tear my flesh,
But those words trigger all my fears.
Your words cut deeper than a knife,
Make me cry both day and night.
Doctors may be able to heal physicals scars,
But they can't heal or aid what's in my heart.
Scars of sticks and stones may be healed quickly,
Words are there to straight up **** me.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But your words are much more hurtful.
Sticks and stones may scar my skin,
But your words linger deep within.
Sticks and stones are not that close
To the written words you chose.
Sticks and stones tear my flesh,
But those words trigger all my fears.
Your words cut deeper than a knife,
Make me cry both day and night.
Doctors may be able to heal physicals scars,
But they can't heal or aid what's in my heart.
Scars of sticks and stones may be healed quickly,
Words are there to straight up **** me.
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