Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.
Bullshit! You end up hurt more when you’re alone
As your desire for blood runs thirsty
But a punch, when it hits you.
It hurts for a while and then fades.
But a word…it sticks with you!
And leads to you playing with blades.
The sword isn’t mightier than the pen
But the pen leads to a sword play suicide, then again.
Today’s generation are more inventive with pain.
Gettin’ in fights, using knives, like they’re playin’ a game.
Physical pain is better; than hurting in the brain.
Because you’re hurt is temporary, but forever is insane
Words just lead to burning, scolding, cutting, which ever is better?
And a blood stained kiss. On a suicide letter.
Whoever told you this playground crap,
They obviously lied.
Either that or they’ve never bared witness
To a teen suicide.