What is this?

These words you speak

Are poison to me.

Seeping inside

My already wounded flesh.

Like Sticks and stones

Raining down.

Alone in the shadow.

Your words are darker

Than any night.

They scar me so.

These songs of anguish.

So your heart screams.

So your soul weeps.

And I am helpless to it all.

If words will never hurt me.

Then all you speak

Are sticks and stones.