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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