Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones 
Will brake my bones 
And words will always hurt me 
Each one making 
a small nick on my heart
Slowly, but all too quickly it moves down to my wrists 
Every ounce of blood
Working against me 
Keeping this horrible thing I call me alive 
Every scratch
Every cut 
Every word...
Sticks and stones 
Will break my bones 
And words have already killed me

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

Well said, great write, enjoyed