Sticks and stones will break my bones,
And words will also haunt me
The things you say don't go away
They stick around to taunt me
Who could have known that the stone
Wasn't what would break me
But the words, that flew like birds
That one day would take me
Z.M.
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Poetry about Self harm
PoetryHave you ever self harmed, thought about it, and said you weren't enough? These are poetry pieces that I wrote about these things as I am going through them
