"my mind is numb from the over-thinking.
my heart is raw from being ripped apart over and over again,
and my soul is exhausted from trying to hold it all together."
-s.l. heaton

sticks and stones;
they may break my bones.
but what about those words,
which you use against me like it's all a weapon?

throw those stones at me,
i won't budge.
hit me those sticks,
i won't flinch.
break my bones,
leave me bruises,
scar me forver,
but i promise i won't complain.

but why is it,
when you throw your words at me,
the world stops spinning?

the plate falls, and shatters.
but no matter what you do,
it can't be fixed again.

then you again,
all over again,
do it over and over;
throw those words like stones.
the plate will fall,
a million times...
but the first it fell,
it wouldn't be fixed again.

time flies by and comes another time,
you throw the words again.
oh, what misery!
the plate doesn't break again.
no feeling felt ever again,
it stops feeling anything at all...

"one's words are their strongest weapons."

-skylar.

a/n
i know i update really slow but it's because i don't want to force thoughts for a poem out of myself. poetry comes naturally to me and i don't want to break the natural thoughts and force myself to write something. hope you understand, thanks :)