My special place (poem)

Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. That saying isn't true, it lies. Words do hurt. A lot. They stay with you for a long time buried inside ur mind replaying over and over, it haunts you. I have a special place, where the wind whips through my hair where the waves lap my ankles. I have a special place where the birds are my friends. And the grass talks to me. I go to this place every day. It's the only thing to distract me of the pain. But I know as soon as I leave the pain and the shadows will come for me. So I stay in this special place and listen to the waves. I use to have friends but they disappeared as quickly as they came. I have no one to talk to. I am alone. But I go to this special place, where the wind whips through my hair. Il leave this place and go to my safe heaven. In my special place