ShyPrincess27

Sticks and stones May break my bones But words leave scars inside My bones have healed My pain’s concealed But unseen scars will thrive They dig down deep They make me weep But when I’m asked what hurts There is no scratch No mark or patch That makes the scars revert. The tongue’s a sword That strikes a cord And tears the strings apart But there’s no words Nor healing herbs That soothe a broken heart. Remember now And every how And why and when you speak Be kind to all Make none feel small Or call someone a freak.