Destruction..

May 25, 2014

I do not understand.

Why do people insist on bullying others?

What is the motive?

To know that your words are venomous enough to kill someone.

Someone like me...

I have felt that sting

The blow to the heart that knocks the wind out of me.

Fat. Slut. Worthless. Ugly.

Does it make you feel better to see me cry?

To know I die a little more inside?

Your words cut deep the same way the blade swifts through my wrist.

You're a bully and you know it.

But why?

Attention? Low self-esteem? Or just plain cruel?

Whatever it is, quit it.

I should not be your target to insult.

I did not do anything, it is not my fault.

So what if I am me and act nothing like you?!

Being me was all God asked me to be

The words you call me are sharp, each time becoming a little more unbearable

So dangerous to someone who is so weak...

But I am fed up. No longer willing to let your words linger in my mind.

I will no longer feel that sting.

Listen as I tell you this:

I am no longer a victim of your destructive words.

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