Words, Stones, Bricks

Words, stones, bricks

I can't tell the difference

Every one hits me with a sharp impact

No one sees me crumple under the weight

Yet the pain builds up

They can't see

Words, bullets, blades

They are all the same

Different, but the same

Nobody notices

Nobody cares

At least cares enough to help

Wounded, bleeding

The words eat at me like acid

Unrelentless

I pray to die

But I must suffer

Suffer through,

Words, stones, bricks

                                                                     -From the crumpled one