Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words... will hurt me
Now Believing I'll never be loved
That I'll forever be trapped in thrones of isolation
You say I'm too weak, to dumb to meet anyone who makes me feel
alive, as if they created the moon and stars just for me
On the inside a broken heart seeks sympathy
While on the outside my heart hardens
As I empty every emotion so I may feel nothing
Now dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words... will hurt me
Now Believing I'll never be loved
That I'll forever be trapped in thrones of isolation
You say I'm too weak, to dumb to meet anyone who makes me feel
alive, as if they created the moon and stars just for me
On the inside a broken heart seeks sympathy
While on the outside my heart hardens
As I empty every emotion so I may feel nothing
Now dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
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