Words hurt, like a dagger to the heart
They pierce and wound, tearing apart
The fragile fabric of our soul
Leaving scars that never make us whole
Sticks and stones may break our bones
But words can leave us feeling alone
Mocked and belittled, we start to doubt
Our worth and value, we scream and shout
Why do we use words as weapons
To inflict pain on our fellow brethren
Instead of lifting each other up
We tear each other down, like a bitter cup
Words hurt, they leave a lasting mark
A reminder of the pain in the dark
We carry with us, like a burden
Long after the wounds have healed and sunken
Let us choose our words with care
Be mindful of the power they bear
To uplift and inspire, to heal and restore
Not to hurt and destroy, like a roaring lion's roar
For words have the power to build or destroy
To bring us together or tear us apart, oh boy
Let us use them wisely, with love and grace
To mend the broken, and find our rightful place.
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Poems of the Young one
PoezjaI started to write poems when I was about 14. Im 16 now and I have over 100 poems. I'm attempting to put them all on here and hopefully share my words with the world. <3
