Challenge
The scars you cannot see are the hardest to heal.
Just write.
Sticks & Stones
It was never the force of his hand that left the scar
That would never heal
It was never the bruise that lingered
Red and purple fading to yellow
It was the still in the air
The atmosphere he´d cut with a knife
It was his words that brutally sliced into my core
The things he said to weaken and demean me
Quiet secret things only said when we were alone
Or whispered in a crowd
Never heard by anothers ears
They broke me
They made me small
Until that day I disappeared
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