a victims words

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words may never hurt me,
yet you try so god damn hard,
that maybe their not words at all.

Each word you say, feels like a dagger,
Each insult you throw, cuts through my confidence,
You gain so much happiness in seeing me upset,
maybe my death would be for the best.

You love to make me sad, love to hurt my feelings,
You hate it when im happy, so you cut me down again,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will always hurt me.

Words are words, but you make them so clear,
the way you say them at me, rather than to me,
You're like a soldier, your words the gun, me the target,
and you hit the bullseye every time.

You cut me down to size, yet i allready feel so small
i find salvation at home, but dread the next day,
is there anybody that cares about me?
Is there any way to stop the pain, any way at all.

I found a way to stop the pain, to cause you so much happiness,
You hate me so, i thought id go, and never be in your prescence again.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words lead to my death.