Sticks and Stones Can Break My Bones, But Your Words Still Hurt Me


First it started with a snicker

Then there was a whisper

Now there is just my wimper

I feel so alone 

With these scars on my heart

And the scars on my arms

They remind me of you

Your words stick like glue

You have caused me to hate

Now it's too late

Sticks and stones may break my bones

And your words still hurt me

I feel so alone

I sit like a cold stone

I stand on the edge

And pray to God I wish I was just dead

I cry in my sleep

Instead of feeling peace

I jump off the ledge

Now I'm dead

Sticks and stones may break my bones

And now your words have killed me

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