Sticks and Stones
Woah, did I just write about the future?
By Bailey ThorntonPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Bud Helisson on Unsplash
Gotta shield my soul so when shots are next taken
I'll be safe and sound, and next time I won't drown
Can't keep allowing these sticks and stones to break me
Can't allow the demons to to shake me
I've been lost, I've been found
but it seems my only true peace
has been when nobody else is around
Alone in the universe
one day it won't matter
how much I've been hurt
one day it won't be hard
to write down these thoughtful words
my soul is so ready
to officially stop dreading
tomorrow
to achieve this goal
there's only a few ways I know
to finally not be affected by
these damned sticks and stones
that don't break my bones
and really just know
that my soul is my shell
my safe place, my home
my home away from Hell



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