drowning in hatred
when I was a child I was told that words can never hurt me
I was told that a word is just a word
a name is just a name
it doesn't hurt.
that's a lie.
words are like knives in the back of the legs
you feel it as they twist and scrape the bones
like falling off a cliff and hitting every rock on the way down
and sometimes even worse than that.
I've seen what words can do to a small child.
I've seen the pain
felt the sorrow
I've watched a child put that razor blade to her arm and try to release the demons
and why?
because of words.
I've watched from above as she cries silently to herself
begging for the courage to end her suffering
I've watched her smile through the days and laugh at the cruelty
but as soon as she gets home,
she screams
she cries
she falls apart.
words can be more deadly than drugs
more painful than broken bones
I've seen what words can do
and I tell you this now because I was that girl
I've felt the cold, cruel stab of the unforgiving words
spewed out by my fellow classmates
it hurts more than anything
but I made it through with the help of my real friends
and with that, I tell you, we can make it through.
if we stand together, we will be strong and I will be your savior
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