You underestimate the power of your words
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"
Oh no, they run deep
when did compassion fly out the window and hatred step thru
Iv'e been through this many times in my head
"It doesn't matter what they said, it isn't true let it go"
but they know that what they say hurts, after all that is why they said it
Your words hit me like a train, full speed ahead on the humiliation express
we've learned to suppress what you say, hide it deep in the back of our minds
minding our own business, while you pick and scrape at the flesh that holds us together
because it isn't perfect
open your eyes, clear your mind, look in a mirror if you must
but yours isn't either
I'm in an empty room
It's all white, no windows or doors, the floor is cracked
Your words, crawl out of the cracks like slithering serpents
They sound like sirens screaming
I run
When they catch up I open my mouth to scream
But nothing comes out they slide their way into my mouth down my throat
And land in my stomach like a brick
They tear through my flesh to find a way out
They did their damage, it's time to move on to the next victim
They slither away, leaving me alone with a hole in the centre of me
Feeling vulnerable, empty
They took away everything I had inside all the things I was using
All the things I was saving for a rainy day
Now everyday is rainy
I still see the teeth of your words in every raindrop
And they say
"Sticks and stones may break my bones. But words will surely **** me"