Sticks and Stones

A note to a friend then a poem.

Dearest Friend,

I hate you. You don't talk to me or tell me what I did wrong. Sometimes when I really need you and you're not there it's like I'm losing you all over again. When I think about you it just makes me want to cry. I hate you. Get out of my head like you did with my life.

I don't need

Razors,

Words,

Sticks,

And stones,

To break me and my bones

All I need to do 

Is think about you.

Reviews

[Nick.B]

Interesting poem that will keep the reader thinking about you, this is a fresh concept, anyway great job