《My Poetry | ✔》Ugly

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'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words could never hurt me'

That phrase couldn't possibly be any further than the truth

Blades cut at my skin

Letters pierce my heart

Words impale my mind

All these be weapons of death

These attributes of destruction

As I lay here

The iron wanting to come back to my body

The blood pouring from within

I can hear their words

Pathetic

Fat

Mental

Suicidal

Cutter

Freak

Then there's the one that stays

The one that declares I will be alone

That confirms I will be alone if I live

Ugly

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