What makes you think that it's okay to judge me?
Do you see what your words do to me?
Do you know what I've been through, or what I'm going through?
Do you see the scars on my arm, or the pain in my eyes?
Are you that insecure that you have to hurt me to feel better about yourself?
How would you feel if I told you that your words made me hurt myself?
How would you feel if you knew that it hurt so much I wanted to take my life away?
Do you know what it feels like to hate every inch of yourself, to feel completely worthless and hopeless, to see no light but only darkness, to feel so numb that you can't smile or cry anymore, to lose all happiness that used to be there, to carve words into your body that you've been called, to cry yourself to sleep every night, to get called words so horrible and believe them about yourself?
What makes you think that it's okay to hurt me?
Does it give you satisfaction to see the pain I hold inside of me?
Do you think those words will help you feel better about yourself, watching me fall deeper into my self-hatred?
