WORDS ARE WEAPONS

Blood stained his collar…

But he didn’t want his mother to see.

He ran up the stairs and nearly tripped his eyes were so watery. Despite the teary vision, he made it to his bedroom where he could finally let go. He buried his head in the pillow and cried until his eyes were raw, his heart was sore and he had no more water left in his BODY to cry. 

The boy was clearly in pain, but it was not a pain you could see. Yes he had a black eye, cut on his face and grazes on his arms and legs from the fists and feet of bullies. Yes he was bleeding…

But that was not why he was hurting.