Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you. well the truth is they do; they hurt a lot. i can even remember when it all began, the day i became their victim:their target. They took my happiness away and all i look forward to now is my special time in my special place. A place where i am all alone- where they can’t hurt me- where my mind and spirit are free. There are no barriers and no one to judge me. This is where i forget the pain that builds up inside me. Here i am, free from everything, and ,most importantly, everyone. I can feel the wind blowing through my hair, it takes the pain away. Grass brushes against my hand like a thousand tiny pencils comporting me. The birds are above and all around me; they are my company. This is my piece of heaven and no one can take it away from me. But of course, its only heaven for a while, the pain is always jut around the corner- calling my name, pulling me back. I have no friends and no one to talk to and no one to tell. I’m so lost in my loneliness there’s no hope of escape. So i sit here for hours, crying tears that no one ever sees. Talking words that no one ever hears. No one knows whats really going on. Everyone sleeps peacefully in their beds- looking forward for tomorrow. Not me. You see, i know what tomorrow will bring. I’m sorry if i hurt you but it has to be this way. You see I’m going to my heaven to be free like the birds. Wind will blow through my hair as the sun wipes my face. Their sticks and stones wont hurt me anymore. I’ll be happy- at last.