Sticks and stones dont compare to the pain inside me
wound up too tight to be fixed
my heart bursts but does not bleed
my eyes sting but do not tear
because I've taught myself not to cry
even when my body says "help"
I say "I'm okay"
pounding inside my brain
I tell myself I will be okay
I don't even know whether or not it's true
I just try to smother myself with the thought that it is
because right now I am drowning in the ocean that is myself
but after all
our lungs cease to breathe
our hearts cease to beat
our brains cease to think
some of us die with scars on our hearts
but in the end of all things
we are just bodies
all dead now
freed from the earthly pain that killed us in the first place.