Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But words leave scars inside
My bones have healed
My pain's concealed
But unseen scars will thrive
They dig down deep
They make me weep
But when I'm asked what hurts
There is no scratch
No mark or patch
That makes the scars revert.
The tongue's a sword
That strikes a cord
And tears the strings apart
But there's no words
Nor healing herbs
That soothe a broken heart.
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