Sticks and Stones

You think you can treat me however you want

spit on my heart as if I don’t care

you don’t seem to see the pain you create

the tears and blood that spill because of you

razor blades spew from your cracked lips

cutting through even my greatest defense

helpless empty and left for dead

but you are relentless

in pursuit of something you don’t understand

pushing me further until I can’t stay on my feet

but you continue the onslaught

harsh and grating against my ears

pouring over my thoughts

I just want to dissappear

sticks and stones they say hurt more

but they have never been hurt by you

by your dark tongue

or your tainted mind

only you know how to make me feel like nothing

only you can steal away my dignity

sometimes I just long for those sticks and stones