The Dagger

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words can never hurt me.

For the hurtful words have been said so long,

all feeling hath desert me.

Whence the words began,

twas a dagger plunged into my chest,

for thy words sent the knife

turning,

turning,

turning

in my breast.

So now there's a hollow, empty hole

and you tried to pull the dagger out,

but too late,

the damage done,

tis fiction in the saying no doubt.