Self Destruction 2

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

If thrown hard enough.

They say words can't break anything,

...they've torn my heart apart.

His presence here, right next to me,

Was once all I could want.

Something I was here to need,

I could not live without.

Ripped away, pushed from me,

All in his free will!

No closure, nothing left to be,

He was here to kill.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

Sticks and stones are words.

Like love and hate and kill and hope,

Every time, they'll hurt.

The End

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