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Words
"Sticks and Stones
may break
my bones but words
may
never
hurt me."
Words cut deep; seperating the flesh.
Blood runs
down
arms from words that "never hurt."
What is this?
Words.
They do hurt.
Hurt more than you thought.
Like honey they drip from your lips.
Like the bees that chase after it they sting me.
Everywhere I turn more bees.
More words.
More hurt.
Why?
Why I wonder.
Why do they persist?
Haaven't they hurt me enough?
No.
No they say.
Not until I see the hurt.
But never will they see.
I am too good.
Too good at hiding the pain.
Faking it.
My smile is a fake one.
One that is plastered to my face.
Just there for you to see.
But when I return to my safe house.
My room.
The hurt releases.
Blood.
Blood runs down my arm.
Words.
Hurt.
Sticks and stones take away the pain.
Why?
Why can't it all go away?
Some day...
Some day...
I have a friend who cut. But bullies are not fun. If yo are getting bullied, it will stop. I promise.