Stick and Stones

Bruises fade and bones will mend,

But the echoes of your voice don’t end.

Shadows whisper what you said,

A war still raging in my head.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words shall never hurt me.

But the truth is words cut deeper than knives,

They scar the soul and haunt quiet nights.

I carry the weight, but I still survive,

I’m stronger in spirit — I’m burning alive.

Splinters heal and bruises fade,

But silence remembers the marks you made.

No plaster cast for a wounded pride,

No bandage covers the hurt inside.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words shall never hurt me.

I’ve turned the pain into fire,

Every scar built me higher.

Your words tried to bind me,

But they only remind me…

That sticks and stones can break my bones,

But words won’t define me.

I’ve risen again, I’ve taken control,

And nothing now can blind me.