"I'm not the only kid who grew up this way. Surrounded
by people who used to say that rhyme, about sticks and stones. As
if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we
got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever
fall in love with us. That we'd be lonely forever. That
we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was
something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken
heartstrings, bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves so we
would feel nothing, don't tell me that hurts less than a
broken bone!"
- To This Day, Shane Koyczan.