sticks and stones

Thank goodness for a journal! Im glad i found this feature…I need to write.

Why is it that the people we love the most hurt us the most, and sometimes we hurt the people that love us the most too. Shouldnt we have more caution and be more delicate when dealing with our loved ones? Shouldnt we be the most honest and open with them? Yes, that is how it should be, but as we all know, the way it should be is not the way it is.

The weapon of choice of my loved ones have been their words… Ironic! The very thing that unchains my soul from imprisonment each night before my slumber,is the same ink that draws the ugly scars on my heart. But thats another journal entry.
I dont want to bore you with the details of my battles, sometimes stupid and purposeless.

When I was a child on the playground and a bully child was bothering another child… I would always hear “sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me!”… And as I lay here today, i think, that is so not the reality of life. The fact is that people will use their words as a primary weapon and they will cause more pain than being shot with a shot gun. Lets just say that I have multiple shot wounds.

goodnight redbubble

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