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.

 

 

 

Do you know what’s really tough?

Only believing that you are deserving of bullying.

Being showered by love is the one and only time you’ve feel it,

Because it’s the one and only time you have,

And now your chance has gone.

 

You think you know that no one will want you.

It’s easy when your hearts been stamped on again and again.

You will continue to be lied to, over and over,

Because you are so small it doesn’t matter.

 

You’ll always tread on eggshells,

Because your being is wrong for this world.

The guilt you carry never lightens,

And they will always know exactly which button to press.

 

It’s an addiction that goes round in a loop,

Empty images and sad songs.

Now they tell these lies to another,

And they’re welcome to them, enjoy the ride.

 

Right now I’m being me, I think,

Being good enough, being loved in the right way,

Breaking the cycle and fixing what was broken,

That bit that was broken before they met the Narcissist.

 

They can’t hurt you more than you hurt yourself,

If there is nothing left but love in it purest.

Dear Narcissist do you know what’s really tough?

Me.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/john-w-howell/2013/05/a-narcissists-love-letter/

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