It's too much.

Chapter Thirteen. Words.

As I said in a few chapters, words can hurt.

Words can kill.

Words can cut.

The classic say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."

How much of a lie is that? Words... they will always hurt, they will always kill.

I imagine words like they are weapons, as in, if someone were to call me a whore I would imagine it stabbing my heart.

Some say I don't have much of a heart anymore.

Others will say I have to big of a heart.

Both sides see different sides of me.

One sees me as a person that blocks out people, that won't speak up or help others out.

The other sees me as a person that helps people no matter what, that will speak up against others, and will go above and beyond to help people.

I have been called nearly every name in the book, and time and time again, I have wanted to cry and kill myself all over again.

But hey I'm still here, I mean if I wasn't, I wouldn't be writing this.