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Jan 2019
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words have power to break down souls

And what's a functioning body without a functioning soul?
A husk of a human simply existing, not living

The words can be insultive, and yeah those hurt
But the false promises and lies cut the deepest

Giving me hope to take it away
Over and over causes the heart to decay

Until I'm left scarred, paranoid
What was left of my trust completely destroyed

You say you really love me
And you'll be different than the last three

But how am I expected to just trust you,
When I've been given reason after reason not to?

My brain hard-wired on their blatant deceit
Maybe someday we can make ends meet

But for now I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do
Maybe when I'm healed more I'll call to you
Logan Cestare
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Logan Cestare  15/M
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