Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But, your words hurt more,
Physical injuries heal and,
Go back to like before,
But I remember all the insults,
All the comments, all the words,
People say time heals all,
But I still feel the hurt,
I can deal with violence,
You can hit me all you like,
But, before you call me names,
I'm begging you, think twice,
You will never realise,
How those words affect me,
But I store them away and keep them inside,
And they poison all my memories,
Its the words that make me hate myself,
It's the words that hurt the most,
So kick me till I'm on the floor,
Just please stop with the mean jokes.
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Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
