Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can also hurt me
Sticks and stones break only skin
While words are ghosts that haunt me
Pain from words have left it's scars
On mind and heart that's tender
Cuts and bruises now have healed
But it's words that I remember
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
