Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
You where taught that
You believed
Till everything shattered
You were called names
Until you felt nothing
Until you couldn't dream
Until you wanted to die
But again you tried to believe that phrase
Still the words kept hurting
More and more and more
You wanted to give up
You didn't want to go to school
You didn't want to see your parents
You wanted no one
Cause you knew
That if someone
Broke down your walls
You'd crumble into nothingness
That's what you thought
Then one day you found
A friend
A love
Someone to hold hands with
Everyone stopped calling
You name like
Your worthless
Your a dissapointment
Your a disgrace
Fat
Stupid
Your a failure
You finally found happiness
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for whoever
Short StoryHow do I start. Uh.....hi, I guess. Um, this story is about poetry type stuff if you couldn't guess that yourself. My poetry is probably based on other depressing stories mostly. I am not depressed with my life at all. But somehow when I read storie...
