Sticks and Stones

Cry myself to sleep at night
Don't know what I did to deserve this
People laughing and calling me names
Trip me in the hall and howl some more
I wish I could be normal, perfect
Hey there, four eyes; How's it going, fatty?
Stick and stones break your bones
But words can kill you slowly
No one here who understands me
No one left who cares
Will they notice if I'm gone?
Will they light candles for the girl they made fun of?
Cut myself to take away the pain I feel inside
Cover up the scars like the ones on my heart
Who knows? Who cares? Who notices?
Who will live with the guilt when I'm gone?

Poetry Slam: 


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.   


Incredibly honest, a gem!

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