Forget it all I have you buried in my walls
i’ll use your skin to cover up my scars
The place you lay in a bloody hall of fame
The ropes that tied your hands right by your side
So now youre screaming at the top of your lungs
Hoping for someone to come
Hoping theyll bring a gun
To inflict all the pain
I caused upon you.
I wont die I will lie
The only problem with the story carved on your chest
Is its hard to read when youre missing your ribs
Verbal abuse is still abuse. It’s abuse in the form of words. They still burn, sting, hurt and put us in danger. Don’t assume that a few hurtful words won’t cause them their life. Don’t assume that just because you haven’t put one finger on them, you’re not responsible for what happens after that. Mentally and emotionally, they are bruising, bleeding, suffocating. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me? That is utter bullshit. It’s a great comeback for a 7-year-old but honestly, it’s just a temporary disguise to cope in the moment.
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