Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones may brake my bones
Words can always hurt me
Sticks and stones beak only skin
While words are ghosts that haunt me
Pain from words have left their scars
On a mind and heart that's tender
Cuts and bruises have healed
It is words that I remember.
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Suicidal thoughts
RandomSuicide thoughts. Song lyrics. Random poems here and there. Just something I need to get of my chest. Read at own risks. It won't be like a story. This will be all over the place. This 'book' will mainly be here to help organise my thoug...
