Sticks and Stones Can Break My Bones, But Your Words Still Hurt Me
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First it started with a snicker
Then there was a whisper
Now there is just my wimper
I feel so alone
With these scars on my heart
And the scars on my arms
They remind me of you
Your words stick like glue
You have caused me to hate
Now it's too late
Sticks and stones may break my bones
And your words still hurt me
I feel so alone
I sit like a cold stone
I stand on the edge
And pray to God I wish I was just dead
I cry in my sleep
Instead of feeling peace
I jump off the ledge
Now I'm dead
Sticks and stones may break my bones
And now your words have killed me
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