Sticks and Stones

sticksandstones

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But your actions hurt me more.
Your sticks were words you brandished

The light inside was done for.

 

Your stones were all the burdens

Put on us through pain inside.

 

My wounds are already mending

But the scars will never hide.

 

A childish story of spite

Spun by your pride and ego.

 

Why it happened I can forgive,

But I’ll never let cruel go.

 

A lie upon lie, over again

To make me question the real.

 

Now its over, dead and gone

I can finally heal.

 

 

 

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