sticks and stones
may break these bones
but words can never hurt me
wrong
they batter these bones
leaving bullet holes
and blood that runs
in rivers
the pain increases
and leaves this body
in streams of tears
that drown me
i wear a mask
no pain i feel
but the pain soon
brings down my defenses
no barriers left
the pain is here
and now all i feel
is fragile
a label on a piece of luggage
a marking on a postal box
a weak person, a failure
just fragile
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Poetrythe space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
