Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.
Bull shit. Bull shit. BULL FUCKING SHIT.
Words are engrained into your memory while those broken bones eventually heal and the scars fade away over time.
But, words linger. They replay. They never go away. You’ll think that you forgot them until a similar situation occurs. Then, you will relive those words and have to retrain your mind to “forget” them.
While these words are forgotten they are locked in a little box in the back of your head. However, this box has a small hole in it. So, the words magically find their way out of it again.
“What one won’t do another one will.”
“Are you only using me to get through school.”
“I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“You would not have anything without me”
These are the words pouring out of my little box and my response to them is mixed. They go like:
- Bitch please.
- You got me all types of fucked up.
- Damn, you really think I’m not shit.
- I can’t win.
But, when my responses are expressed I get ridiculed and told not to be sensitive cause you did not mean it that way. Well… how the fuck did you mean it this time?
Different day. Different words. Same correlation.
I can’t win. But, believe I’m trying. I promise.
Just keep sleeping on me. My moment will come sooner than you think. Just hope I don’t sleep on you.
Damn, I’m so fucking pissed.