But a Drop of Blood

Sticks and stones,
Don’t crown me down,
Not a smile,
Worth a burse,
Tears upon,

This drop of blood,
That slowly falls,
From the brick,
Of a stone,
No scars left,

To show,
But a small cut,
Upon my salty skin,
Ease the pain,
With but a single shard,

Of glass,
No more towels,
Soaked with blood,
Or pillows,
Filled with tears,

Long nights now gone,
Not a tear left to cry,
No burdens left,
To weigh me down,
Now gone,

And I ain’t never,
Coming back,
Oh don’t you know?
I called your name,
In search of help,

My screams,
Only to be lost,
Oh, sticks and stones,
Don’t crown me down.