Mar 2019
Sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But words will never hurt.
That’s how the saying goes,
But they can never know.
Know that words they blurt,
Leaves me with countless scars.
I try to look far,
Far into the future.
Try to see the good that awaits me,
At the things that may come to be,
But I am unsure.
The scars they leave,
They hurt me deep,
Leaving me without trust.
Words don’t hurt you,
Then why do I feel blue?
Just brush it off like dust,
There’s no reason for despair.
Words of encouragement don’t compare,
To the words of doubt and fright.
My heart continues to bleed,
I cannot be freed.
The Sun seems to never reveal its light.
The words you may say,
Will always cause pain.
No matter who they may be.
It hurts their pride,
Piercing through the strongest hide.
I feel trapped never free.
Being dragged down,
Into the depths beneath the ground.
Falling to hell,
Looking for anyone to help.
Everything they have said I’ve felt,
Feeling as if I have fell.
Its getting hot now,
I’ve fell deep down.
Deep into hell enough to be burnt.
Sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But Words Will Always Hurt.
May break your bones,
But words will never hurt.
That’s how the saying goes,
But they can never know.
Know that words they blurt,
Leaves me with countless scars.
I try to look far,
Far into the future.
Try to see the good that awaits me,
At the things that may come to be,
But I am unsure.
The scars they leave,
They hurt me deep,
Leaving me without trust.
Words don’t hurt you,
Then why do I feel blue?
Just brush it off like dust,
There’s no reason for despair.
Words of encouragement don’t compare,
To the words of doubt and fright.
My heart continues to bleed,
I cannot be freed.
The Sun seems to never reveal its light.
The words you may say,
Will always cause pain.
No matter who they may be.
It hurts their pride,
Piercing through the strongest hide.
I feel trapped never free.
Being dragged down,
Into the depths beneath the ground.
Falling to hell,
Looking for anyone to help.
Everything they have said I’ve felt,
Feeling as if I have fell.
Its getting hot now,
I’ve fell deep down.
Deep into hell enough to be burnt.
Sticks and stones
May break your bones,
But Words Will Always Hurt.
I’ve always been bullied growing up. I was short, wasn’t good looking, super skinny enough to be considered underweight. This caused me to be anti social running to poetry when things get tough. Just know that words to hurt they always will but you just have to use it to better yourself and do something you can be happy about tomorrow. Do something for your future self not for anyone else. Because eventually your future self will be you and then the Sun’s rays will come into view, and life will get better it just comes down to you.
