Your words can hurt and leave a nasty mark. Like being hit with sticks and stones, your words leave an ugly scar. We hide away out of fear from the hate your words create. Like sticks and stones, your words leave bruises on our souls with every remark. We can't help how we feel cause we were born queer. You marked us with sin, but you're the one with hate in your heart with the words that you use to hurt. Like sticks and stones, your words cause our souls to hurt.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
