August 29, 2016

Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

Unless those words crush me, suffocating me.

Unless they cloud my mind and make me hate myself.

Unless those words are leaving the mouth of someone I should love.

Then the words hurt.

They hurt more than breaking bones.

They hurt more than sticks or stones.

They tear you up, and keep you up at night.

Words do so much worse than broken bones.

Bones grow, they fuse together, they can be fixed.

The scars words leave on a heart, are forever there.

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