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Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can always cut me
Your actions are the knives in my back
Your words are the blades that stab my heart
Your face is now just a nightmare
Your voice is nothing but a haunting scream
Everyone takes your side and joins in
I'm fighting alone in a battle I can't win
There's no one on my side and nowhere to hide
I've been sliced and carved to my soul
Now a shell of my former self all I can say is
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words have finally broke me
But words can always cut me
Your actions are the knives in my back
Your words are the blades that stab my heart
Your face is now just a nightmare
Your voice is nothing but a haunting scream
Everyone takes your side and joins in
I'm fighting alone in a battle I can't win
There's no one on my side and nowhere to hide
I've been sliced and carved to my soul
Now a shell of my former self all I can say is
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words have finally broke me
Published 15th Feb 2021
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This is another experiment inspired by a quote.
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24th Feb 2021 1:33am
i love this poem and it really resonated with me. the sticks and stones is something everyone has been taught from childhood but i love that you twisted it to show the pain. the emotions are so raw and bold in this poem. well done :)
