As a child I used to love watching Duck Tales and Gummi Bears. You can really learn a lot from such programmes. I remember one thing in particular that I learnt from the latter – the phrase “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”. I tried to go by it. Because in essence, words are just that, right? They shouldn’t affect you so much.
Unfortunately, though, they do.
Words do penetrate your skin deeper than you may think. They affect you to the extent that you sit and think and rethink and replay conversations in your head, trying to figure out where it was that things went wrong.
The main problem with words, is that you can never take them back. Once out there, they’re out. And it hurts.
It hurts when loved ones tell you things they shouldn’t even think of, let alone say. When you are called names you fear. When you realize that what said in a moment of anger is what people truly think. And it ain’t good.
Words do hurt. They might not break your bones, but sometimes they leave a scar that is much harder to heal, for the wound is deeper than any flesh injury could ever be.