Sticks and stones broke my bones
the sharpness of the rocks tore through my skin
the scars will never fade.
words tore apart my sanity
words were what drowned me when I thought I could breath
the sharp waves hit me from behind when I thought the waters would never reprieve.
I drank up those rich liquids and realized after,
that they were poisoned.
Sticks and stones are painful,
words are deadly.
