We are weapons of mass destruction. Our actions serve as declarations of war, And our words act as missiles that are sent to wreak chaos.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
We leave our destruction to fester more havoc, And we turn a blind eye to our victims. We try to cover our created chaos with purposes and goals. However, the damage has been done.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can hurt me.
Time eventually covers our victim’s wounds. Ultimately, they are left with scars from the battle. And in the darkest of nights, in the midst of their dreams, our words create nightmares. Jerking forward from their unpleasant slumber, our victims realize that this is reality. They wake up ******, broken, and barren.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words have hurt me.