jayyy-lmao
March 20th, 2013, 02:24 PM
Sticks and stones
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will always hurt me,
More than any stick or stone,
They will eas'ly break me.
They hurt more than any beating,
From the hard, clenched fists,
And from the steel capped shoes,
And the wounds I kissed.
The words, they hurt like knives,
Cutting out all feeling,
Slicing away at my sanity,
I cry for an end to their jeering.
So sticks and stones may break my bones,
And hurt and harm my body,
But words hurt more than any beating,
And leave scars only I see.
Any feedback, guys, it's all appreciated.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will always hurt me,
More than any stick or stone,
They will eas'ly break me.
They hurt more than any beating,
From the hard, clenched fists,
And from the steel capped shoes,
And the wounds I kissed.
The words, they hurt like knives,
Cutting out all feeling,
Slicing away at my sanity,
I cry for an end to their jeering.
So sticks and stones may break my bones,
And hurt and harm my body,
But words hurt more than any beating,
And leave scars only I see.
Any feedback, guys, it's all appreciated.