Make fun of me again
I dare you
It's not like it hurts or anything.
Look at the cuts on my thighs
See the redness around them
& the indentment in my skin
From the deeper ones.
Tell me again
How stupid I am
How weird I walk
How much of a failure I seem
Because it's not like it hurts or anything.
It's not like I come home
Tears flowing frequently
As I shake
Getting the blade out.
It's not like
I get so mad and sad
That I slash my legs
From the cruelty I faced.
Tell me another bad thing about myself
It's not like I criticize myself violently
Every single waking moment.
Words are like bullets
Once they're shot
You can't take them back
& they can lodge inside you
Forever.
I have so many within me
Haunting my thoughts
Breaking me down
Yet I have to fight them.
Sometimes I can't though
Sometimes I give in
Because it hurts too much
Because I can't take the pain anymore.
I hope one day
The givers of these words
Could feel just a little guilt
For what they did to me.
