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Sticks and Stones...

March 5, 2015
By JustAnotherWallflower BRONZE, Celeste, Texas
JustAnotherWallflower BRONZE, Celeste, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
Yes, we are our fathers' sons and daughters
But we are not their choices
For despite their absences we are still here
Still alive, still breathing
With the power to change this world
One little boy and girl at a time
Who's there?

Sticks and stones…
Cracked lips, sweaters to hide
Scars on her arms, cold empty eyes
Smile in place, shh don’t say a word.
Perfect picture, no one told.


May break my bones…
Cool bathroom tile, cabinets to hide
Secrets in her bottles, just swallow
Wash it down with water, horror in the mirror
Don’t look, don’t tell.


But words will…
Empty house, she always hides
Afraid of love, wish to die
Duck under the covers, and cry to sleep
Don’t dream, don’t want to wake.


Never hurt me.
Sharp knife, no need to hide
Slash each damned wrist, hope to die
Why try? Bleed out hate
Never wake, let her sleep.

The author's comments:

I was bullied often in my younger years and went through a long period of depression, drug abuse, and suicidal tendencies. I had several attempts, but luckily never had any success. This is for those of you who are or have struggled with the same things. There is love and compassion, hold on tight, your life doesn’t have to be over.

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