Words hurt…invisible wounds take so much time to heal. Writing, talking, sharing with a trusted adult sometimes can ease the journey.
Trying to ignore the the words that you wrote, trying to rise above the hate that you spoke.
Feeling the squeeze, makes me want to fall to my knees, my hands on my scalp trying to get those words out.
It feels like a bad dream, I try to wake, but I just hear my scream.
Your lies have ripped at my core, violated my being, crushed my soul and left it helpless on the floor.
Desperately trying to make sense of your hate, trying to grasp why you would treat any human this way.
Sticks and stones may hurt these bones, but those words will forever haunt me.
© A. C. A. (aka Aletheia Dasein)
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