Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but your words will forever hurt me.
Bones heal after broken,
but my heart can never mend.
Torn in two by sorrow and grief,
it continues to fade.
Tearing, and shredding, my heart grows cold,
unfeeling and uncaring.
I feel no more than a slow boiling anger,
simmering beneath the surface.
For sticks and stones may break my bones,
but your words will forever hurt me.