I loathe being picked at.
I hated it at primary school and i still do.
I hate being meek and defenceless at people's pointed silvers of words.
Someone teach me the art of being stoic, of being immune to hurtful words.
Physical pain I can stand,scars that can heal
emotional scars can never heal.
I take things really hard,
I may brush things off but its still there
do you know??
I want you to know that I miss you so.
♥