My Thoughts.

Sticks And Stones

Why is it that every time i try to help someone they either,

Stop talking to me,

Start hating me,

Begin talking shit,

Beat me up,

And bully me more then I already am?

I get it.

I'm

A bitch,

Slut,

Whore,

Ugly,

Worthless,

Unfit to be living amongst the rest of the world,

And fat.

But you people telling me this fucking shit hurts!

You don't know my story.

You don't know how much I fucking hate myself.

People telling me to go kill myself makes me really pissed off.

You have no idea how much I really want to do that,

To just rid myself from this world and make everyone around me happy.

The scars on my hip,

My chest,

My arm,

Its all because of the sincerity of the words spoken to me.

The truth behind their words is killing me.

I hope the people who hate me get an account just so they can realize that I'm done.

If they want me to kill myself maybe I will.

Maybe then they'll realize that

Sticks and stones may break bones,

But words are the things that kill.