Words

Sitting in the corner,

or standing on the street,

silenced by the words that slice at your heart

and torture your soul

and fill your head

and slow your step

and dampen your spirit

and age your body

and stop your smiles

and ruin your "friend"ships

and make you lose your concentration

and shuts you up

and makes you hide

and makes your blood run cold

and knots your stomach

and hardens your heart

and dulls your life.

 

Whoever said sticks hurt and words don't didn't know.  

Whoever said that hurt others with words,

But by words they were not hurt.

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This poem is for anyone who has ever been hurt by words.

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