In the wise words of Breaking Benjamin, "There's something buried in the words". Written January 2012.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words, they stab and scar
And even if I say they aren't
They're slipping in too far.
The more the words repeat themselves
They more they'll jab right in
I pull them out, but some still plunge
Deep underneath my skin.
Eventually, I'll be weighed down
By every little shard
I try to keep my head up
But it's starting to get hard.
I'll let them throw their daggers
And, knowing off my pain they feed
I'll show no signs of weakness
'Til there's no blood left to bleed.