Sticks and Stones

Words,  
they mean nothing, right?  
They cannot hurt,  
they cannot kill,  
they cannot deem the worth  
of another person.  
  
Wrong.  
Oh, so very wrong.  
Words can break you,  
tear you down until you are nothing.  
Until you cry at night,  
slice your skin open at every chance.  
They haunt your dreams.  
  
The words do not leave your  
sight.  
They whisper in your ear every  
night.   
They fog your brain,  
control your movements;  
seize your thoughts.  
  
Words.  
They wreak havoc.  
They cause suicide.  
They shatter confidence.  
They severed our friendship.  
  
Now, tell me that  
sticks and stones cause pain but
words should never hurt me.