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Anna Sep 2019
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.
the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is a lie. It is something we say to gather strength and dignity after the words have already done their damage.
Karen M Jun 2019
Words only cut skin-deep if you
Don't take anything to heart.
Tsu Mar 2019
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.
Siena Oct 2018
You clench
Your fingers
Around my heart
And are surprised
When you find them
In blood
to those who think their words can't hurt
Antonia Caldow May 2018
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.
Cait L Oct 2017
sticks and stones
break your bones
but words
rip you apart
Hiraeth Jun 2017
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
inspired by an amazing friend of mine, who went through a struggle with depression -- and to those who suffer it now
KiingRie Apr 2015
Love is just a four letter word
Never to be seen Never to be heard
You can feel but never touch
Love has left me on a crutch
All full of lies and untold truths
But when I'm gone what will you do?
Will you move on or keep my love alive?
I guess I'll never know unless I die
Lianna Walters Jun 2015
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Oh darling…
After years of being bullied,
Bullying myself,
Are you aware the state I’m in?
My hands, they shake.
My head, it spins.
To be trapped in your own mind,
To be hooked on a drug they call sadness,
It’s torture.
I am a POW.
A prisoner of the war I am at with myself
When my mind says “Move on”,
And my heart says “Hold on”,
And my body says “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take”,
Who to listen to?
So I am punished for everything broken in my life
As I grasp through the darkness,
Trying to glue it all back together,
Ignoring the cuts the sharp shattered dreams bring,
But I’m so tired of self-pity.
So tired of holding onto people and things that have long left my life
Hoping one day
These real eyes
Will realize
When those real lies are told
So I can stop and ask myself is it really worth it.
Or better yet, am I really worth it?
Or am I just a complication?
Someone who you would be better off without,
At least you won’t have to act like you love me.
Lie about being there for me,
Dangle in front of me the possibility of happiness,
Then pretend to help me pick up the pieces of my broken heart
I’m so tired.
Stupid us, thinking we were in love.
Stupid me, thinking I was finally good enough.
So when I hear that stupid rhyme,
It brings me back.
Re-read the top if you must to completely grasp,
But don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone.
Bullying is serious. In fourth grade I almost committed suicide because of it. If you see it, step in. If you're going through it, speak up. Don't let it push you to this point.
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