Know
The fighting, the beating, the fear, the shame
Hit so hard, hurt so much, cry more tears, forget your name.
Words don't hurt, they incapacitate.
Sticks and stones can't relate
Cuts will close, bruises fade,
But the suffering that words have made,
it never leaves, it never dies
fills your mind and soul with lies.
"It's your fault, you're worthless, you're stupid, just go away"
The most painful blows are the ones you say.
Know yourself, know the truth.
Stop the lying, feel the ruth.
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