Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones

Your words stab at my heart,
And run around my head.
"You're completely useless,"
"I wish you were dead".

There's no blood on your hands,
Because no blood was spilt.
But I'd rather you hit me,
You're words fill me with guilt.

Because the thing that I hate most,
Is that I don't disagree.
Every word you're saying,
Could've been said by me.

You tell me I'm worthless
Yet still,
I hate myself,
More than you ever will.