Words
Words kill
more than bones heal.
Yet we say
sticks and stones.
How many times do we have to die?
They may break our bones
But you will never understand the fear
behind our insecurities
and the venom you surge into our veins.
It may seem only verbal
but it cuts deeper
than a double bladed razor.
It is a murder weapon we call
words.
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