They say sticks and stones could break bones but words won't hurt.
Yet the letter sounds that escaped your caged mind through your lips hit me to the earth;
I tasted the dirt.
All I wanted were your caring words to lift me up like I could defy gravity.
But you, you're supposed to be my comfort not my means of depravity. You. You who brought me into the world, supposedly to build me up,
are the wrecking ball that led to this tragedy.
In my chest is a mess,
My mind needs some rest,
My treasure, my self-worth, faded into nothing
When you felt pleasure in telling me
I am nothing
And nothing
quite hurt
like your words
nothing.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
They say sticks and stones could break bones but words won't hurt.
Yet the letter sounds that escaped your caged mind through your lips hit me to the earth;
I tasted the dirt.
All I wanted were your caring words to lift me up like I could defy gravity.
But you, you're supposed to be my comfort not my means of depravity. You. You who brought me into the world, supposedly to build me up,
are the wrecking ball that led to this tragedy.
In my chest is a mess,
My mind needs some rest,
My treasure, my self-worth, faded into nothing
When you felt pleasure in telling me
I am nothing
And nothing
quite hurt
like your words
nothing.
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