They say sticks and stones
are the things that break bones
and it's not a taunt or word

But still they caused hurt
all the things that you blurt
for all the bad times that occurred

You cause pain deep within
wearing my tired soul thin
It feels you enjoy my distress

Do you not realise the sadness
you cause with your madness
I beginning to wonder, I confess

That your cruel and bitter stings
loves the grief that it brings
You delight in my unhappy tears

That this is what you intended
To make me feel tormented
While you drink in my darkest fears

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Halitus, in the year 572 AD.