It's the small things that hurt.
The minuscule actions that make the biggest difference.
They all tell me that sticks and stones may break our bones, but names are the things that sting the most.
It's the names that break our fragile bones and cause our frail minds to collapse like a castle of cards.
They make us break down to our knees and shout to the big man in the sky.
And if the bruises on my knees are any sign of my wariness, then God have mercy on me.
And if the harshness of our voices are any sign of the mental abuse, then take us home.
And if me begging you to stop Isn't enough for you to get the hell out of my head when i sleep,
then i'd rather not sleep at all.
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