Words Hurt

Worthless.

Ugly.

Fat.

Stupid.

Fake.

These words are the knife that plunged through her chest.

They’re only words, they say.

Don’t take it so hard, they say.

It’s just a joke, they say.

But isn’t a joke supposed to be funny?

She’s not laughing.

They call her pathetic

Because she’s not really hurt.

But she disagrees.

A broken bone is easy, She says.

Yeah it hurts, but at least you know when it’ll be over.

The doc says you wear a cast for six weeks.

Then you’re healed and brand new.

Emotional pain is different,

You never know when the pain is going to end,

And sometimes it never does.

Even if it does come to an end,

You’re never the same.

The scars of emotional agony remain within you buried deep, but always there.

She hears the things they say over and over in her head.

Eventually, she hears this verbal abuse in her own voice.

Now she’s become her own monster,

Her own worst enemy.

They say she’s just craving attention.

But why can’t they see that it’s eating her alive.

She can’t take this torment any longer,

the voice inside her head become too real.

She takes out the gun,

puts it to her head,

pulls the trigger and wounds up dead.

You’ll never guess what they say.

They say they loved her.

They say she was beautiful.

They say she will be missed.

They are so full of it.

How does it feel, I say

To know you’re the reason she’s not here.

Do you feel bad now?

For all the things you said?

Thanks to you,

She’s just a bullet in her head,

and wound up dead.

Now you got your foot in your mouth and a face full of dirt.

Words hurt.