STICKS AND STONES
sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words will always hurt me
No matter how I try to escape them
I just can’t seem to break free
I laugh, pretending your words don’t mean a thing
Then lock myself in my room
In hopes of numbing this sting
You’re the only one who can help me now
The one who scars the most
Still I turn to you, dear razor
I smile and press you close
Once the blood’s released
I feel much better
All my scars are hidden
Underneath my sweater
Things will be different one day
Or so I keep telling myself
But until that day comes
I have you, my friend atop that shelf