Sticks & Stones

Stick and sones may break my bones,

But wounds from words never heal.

They slowly kill a person from the inside out,

Until they're just a shell of the person they used to be

Feeling empty and broken, someone no one cares about,

But if only they would open their eyes and see:

They are loved and adored

By the ones who see through their facade,

The ones who love them and care for them--

The ones who want to see them soar.

Because to you it may just be a game

Of seeing who can break her down the most,

But think twice before you say and act;

Or forever will be the ghost,

The skeleton in your closet,

The dark secret that haunts you the most.

Because you petty "game" of putting her down,

Is what's killing her the most.