Sticks n' Stones

Words hurt


Sometimes more

Than we care to admit

Bullying

Isn’t always physical

The verbal aspect

Has longer lasting effects

Sinking deep into the mind

If you bother

To get the know the person

Behind the eyes

A tortured soul

You will find

How long can you

Keep this to yourself?

Pretending like

Everything is alright

Inside

Fires rage

Burning

No one makes it through hell

Without some kind of reminder

Flesh wounds maybe

Or perhaps

The nightmares that same to never end

I think of the ones

Young and old

That have taken their precious life

Over what others have said

I pray your soul finds peace





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