Sticks and stones can break my bones
But your words just drive me mad
Laughing and yelling in my face
And talking behind my back
Sticks and stones will break your bones
To stop the words that drive me mad
Laughing and yelling in your face
Crying behind your back
Sticks and stones may break our bones
But your words still drive me mad
Insanity is setting in
Being sane is just a fad
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Depression poems
شِعرPoems about Depression pain suicide self-harm and similar things
