Sticks and stones
may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Is what I would preach
to my inner child
But It was all a facade
As my heart drowned
In the venom of your words
The bruises
The scratches
The breaks
None of it hurt more then your words
Broken bones turn callus  
Scratches turn into scars
And bruises fade away
But your words
Stuck with me
More then things things
That are meant to actually hurt me