Sticks & Stones

Blood is red

Bruises are blue

My body & mind have their own cuts too

My mind is a steel trap

It seems I am inside

In it’s depths I try to hide

Words fail to describe

So a smile passes my lips

With hands trembling at my hips

Yesterday still haunts me

I might just crack & break

Nevermind, I’ll be fake for my mental sake

They can’t know, They won’t know

It wouldn’t matter anyway

Seems I’m just something to throw away

So remember this as my life starts to flicker

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But a crowbar would do it so much quicker


~Yours Truly