Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me....

....but I'd rather die with those sticks and stones then hearing those words that break me.

I don't really care what others say about me. Really, I don't. But I get overly sensitive when someone I really care about and someone I really love says something hurtful, my heart just breaks into million pieces. Yes, sometimes, they don't mean what they say at the moment they said it but the word just penetrate deep in my heart and embeds itself there like... forever.

I tried my level best to just brush those things away. Those words that cut me deep, but I can't, my personality just doesn't allow me to do so. I can forgive but I can never forget. But no worries though, because these days, I don't use those hurtful memories as a means for revenge. Being revengeful, I think, just drains all the positive thoughts in me that I have been mustering for these past few years. I was not a cheerful person before. Now that I am, I shall not let the evil get the best of me.

I may appear to not be strong enough to fend for myself. Yes, I am not. I need support, I need people that loves me around me to bring me back to reality when I am down. But lets not forget when those times that my strength was the strength that wipe your tears away, that stood between you and pain, that held your hand when you were trembling with fear? Yes, I am not strong, especially when simple words can kill me.

Then again, I'd rather die with the sticks and stones...