In death there is no fear
neither is there in pain
compared to such a treachery
than putting one to open shame
many a thing they may endure
but poke at the pride engrained
you’ll bind and break their spirit
when speaking evil of their name

sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me.

the kicks and slaps can give me bruises,
but the laughs will never reach me.

now say it back.


glares and stares can break my heart
and the words will make me fall.

the sneers and jeers will push me down
and the laughs will throw up my walls.


no. that's not right. naughty girl.

the only pain is the ****** pain,
there is no pain in the heart.


yes there is, yes there is,
it's been there from the start.

sticks and stones can break my bones
as well as the words they throw.

the kicks and slaps can give be bruises
as well as the secrets the know.


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don't tell your children that crying is wrong
for you are just making it worse.

we've broken our children right to the core
just with an "innocent" verse.

It's funny-how one word can change everything.
One word can make the good memories fade away.
One word can hurt more than a physical blow.
One word can overtake your every thought.
One word can consume you.
One word can break you.
It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free.
I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.

Words only cut skin-deep if you
Don't take anything to heart.

sticks and stones
may break my bones
but as if that's worse
then the names I was called.

i grew up believing
no one would love me
everyone hates me
and that i deserved to die.

real or fake
i would always break
because words are worse
then the names i was called.

so i cut myself
so i couldn't feel the pain
of damaging words, but
the only thing it does is make it start again

sadness and depression
are two different things
sadness is temporary
depression is your limbs

depression isn't a choice
people think the opposite
unless they've been through it themselves
but how should they know?

but depression isn't you
it's not who you are
it's the illness that creates pain
you can win this spar

sticks and stones
will break my bones
and words will always hurt me.

but i believe in truth.
i won't fall to lies.
if we've made it this far without dieing
we're strong.

we can be stronger.

Sticks and stones may break my bones; words will always hurt me. But friends and family will help mend my scars, and I will stay strong.

You clench
Your fingers
Around my heart
And are surprised
When you find them
Covered
In blood

I'm a wordsmith
A word that starts and smarts
The pain across your face
Like a whip

I'm a wordsmith
They bounce upon the page and skin
And seep into the cracks
Like water

I'm a wordsmith
The lines all blur to one
My voice, your ears, the future
Like a whip.

sticks and stones
may
break your bones
but words
will
rip you apart

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words won't simply hurt me
No, they'll burn more than acid on skin,
Settle like dust on every thought,
Pound me as water would stone
Itch like sand in my eyes
But they'll be the only thing I have left of you when you desert me.

meaningless things drifting in your mind
they don't matter
they can't change anything
they say
sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never harm me

thats not true
words hurt
through and through
they make you shrink
inside yourself
smaller and smaller
until there is nothing left
and nothing left for you to do