poetry about verbal abuse
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Answer:Words, like daggers, sharp and cold, Cut through the heart, leave stories untold. A voice that shatters, a tone that stings, A storm of anger, the pain it brings. No bruises seen, no marks to show,But wounds run deep where harsh words go.A laugh disguised, a cruel disguise,Echoes linger, where kindness dies."Just words," they say, "they fade away,"But shadows linger, night and day.A fragile soul, now torn apart,By whispered arrows aimed at the heart.Yet strength remains, though hidden, small,A quiet hope to rise above it all.For words can wound, but they can heal,If love and kindness we choose to reveal.So speak with care, let gentleness guide,For words can lift, or break inside.In every whisper, in every phrase,Choose love, not hate, through all your days.
