Sticks and Stones By Dayla

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Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

An innocent chant that maybe a couple years ago,
When I was still so very innocent to the evil in the world,
I Would have believed

But... I know now

It's a bunch of BS

A mere fairytale like the ones in books

Told to us when we are kids

But now I know

Sticks and stones do break bones,

But words cut like knives

Stupid
Ugly
Whore
Bitch

Showers of insults,
the weight of them bringing me down,
their jagged edges scratching my skin

Trying to get underneath it

Cutting at me
Leaving bruises and contusions
Lacerations and lesions

Now, I wear my armor
Trying to protect myself from the inevitable assault

But sometimes...
It's not enough

Sometimes, they get through the gaps

Sticks and stones will break my bones but words leave scars that last forever

Sometimes they get underneath my skin

Sometimes it runs through my blood like venom

Sometimes it poisons my mind,
Poisons my soul

Sometimes, it fills up my being

And sometimes, it becomes too much

Sometimes, I overdose

I shut down and shake
I can't think straight

All I can think about are the words

Repeating them over and over

Stupid

Ugly

Whore

Bitch

Then sometimes....

I die

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words....

Words never heal...

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