Sticks and stones will break my bones
But your words will kill me
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But your words pierce deeper than any bruise
My bones are strong but my mind is weak
Sticks and stones will break my bones
But that hurts only temporarily
Sticks and stones will break my bones
but your words will haunt me forever
and long after the scars on my body
have faded your words will replay like
a broken record over and over in my head
long after I've forgotten your face
the words will remain but instead of your voice
in my head, it will be mine echoing words it's heard and now believes
sticks and stones might have broken some bones
but the pain caused by your words has me questioning why I'm still living at all
your words have sent me to hell and back wondering if should just reach for the bottle to fall asleep at night
it's true that sticks and stones can break bones but I'd much rather refer
broken bones to the broken girl who learnt to believe the harsh
words you threw her way.
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Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.
