When will they learn
That sticks and stones
Broke my heart
Long agoAnd they sewed
The seeds
That would choke my voice away
For years to come
Til I was riddled with holesAnd still, the memories stay
I beg them to pour out of me
Like lead, it drags me under
Again and againWhen will they burn
For what they did to me
For what they do to me
Even in their absenceThese scars never go away
I can never shed the burden from my bones
This fear and destruction
Withers me awayTil I'm nothing but stone
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PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.