Treated like you are worth nothing more than a grain of dirt on the sidewalk. Your heart tossed around and battered until the puncture wounds are too much to bare. Captured and trapped by the whispering words of hatred echoing in your head.
When you have been tormented so much, and have been in the position of others you see things differently like you notice when someone wears a long sleeve shirt and long pants even on the hottest summer days. You notice, the fresh red cut wounds when bracelets slip down. You notice peoples empty, eyes and how they tug away when someone grabs their arm. And you glance around the room looking at peoples wrists, searching for cuts, just like yours.
Do you know when someone tells you they know how you feel... but they really don't. They don't know how much you're screaming on the inside, only to portray a smile on the outside. They don't know the tears that are stained permanently on your pillow, or how the walls of the bathroom are the only ones who know your secrets because you gave up trying to tell people when they stopped listening. They don't know about the blade hidden in your desk draw that is your only friend because it numbs you from the pain you feel on the inside. They don't know about the 6 hours of therapy you get a week only to be told that everything will be okay... when you know that shit will never change. They don't know about how your mother couldn't give two shits whether your neck was latched onto the other side of a rope or not or how your father promises you he will change only to go get stoned a few weeks later. And they don't know what it's like to feel like your lungs are being punctured with the violent kicks, and punches of your nightmares that you have to face everyday. They just don't know... and yet they pretend they do.
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- Self Harmed
- Been Bullied
- Thought or Attempted Suicide
- Lost a loved one
- Got Physically hurt by someone else
- Cried yourself to sleep
- Got Backstabbed by a friend/s
- Felt alone and rejected
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Bullied
Non-FictionTreated like you are worth nothing more than a grain of dirt on the sidewalk. Your heart tossed around and battered until the puncture wounds are too much to bare. Captured and trapped by the whispering words of hatred echoing in your head.
