Sticks and Stones May Break Her Bones, but Those Words Will Surely Kill Her
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Look over your shoulder and you see a girl,
Angry at herself and scared of the world.
The marks on her body, the scars, are hints,
To how she feels, to what she thinks.
Throughout her life she never fit in.
They broke her down, she let their comments sink in.
"Stupid!"
"Bitch!"
"Slut!"
"Fat!"
What had she done to become all that?
"Selfish!"
"Immature!"
"Lazy!"
"Liar!"
She drank and she drank until her throat was on fire.
She kept her head down as the darkness consumed her.
Everyday was a struggle, no hope for the future.
She had no friends, no one to confide in.
No help from her parents, they yelled and they chided.
She ate and she purged, she cut and she smoked
Sleeping around, her life was a joke.
And then one night she had to give in,
Her parting words were, "Okay, you win."
"She was loved," they lied at her gravesite,
"We wish we could have saved her that night."
The ones who were guilty shed the most tears,
Her memory haunting them for the rest of their years.
So let this be a caveat to you:
You may not realize it, but words can kill too.
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