Sticks and stones may break your bones,
But names will never hurt me.
It’s a fucking lie,
But still they try,
To push me down and break me.
Their names they stick,
So I cut quick,
and watch the blood run freely.
The knife it glints,
With reddish tints,
It’s glare familiar and steely.
My time is done,
The knife has won.
I finally stopped trying.
When I said I was fine,
When I said it takes time,
You know now I was lying.
What did you think
Comments
-
wholy cow great job
-
wow.this poem is unbelievable it's just so amazing
-
i like this it is a really good one
Adding your comment:
