Rants/Poems/One Shots

Words.

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY EITHER OF THOSE, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE TO READ.

Your words hurt like a small, sharp piece of metal being dragged across skin.

I would know how it feels.

Although, I don't do that anymore. But you remind me of that feeling.

The feeling of adrenaline coursing through my body, and then making my stomach dip, my eyes water, tears flow down my cheeks like uncontrollable rivers that are flooding down into an ocean of salty tears onto the floor.

I'm not sure how peoples words can hurt others so much, but we've all grown up with hearing them.

"Ugly," "stupid," "idiot," "spaz," "worthless," "fat," "freak."

You just want to be held, be loved, told that everything will be okay. But you find an "outlet."

You can't stop yourself after the first one, you even put those words onto your body. It hurts, but it makes you feel like it'll all be okay. But it won't.

You'll have scars. Everyone has scars, even if it's not from the same thing. These scars are no different from other scars, but these are filled with the self-hate, sadness, lonely, lost feeling.

"It's just a phase," "you'll get over it," "you're not really depressed," "people have it worse."

Yes, people do have it worse, but that doesn't make your problems any less important.

Maybe one day, you think, you'll get help, someone will help, someone will care. But right now, no one does. At least that's what you think.

You think ending it will help. It will end all the pain. But it won't.

Those words will go away. These depressing thoughts and feelings will go away. Everything will get better.

Just don't think of the words. They're just words. Words that can hurt. But you can get through this. People care. People love you. Tell someone.

Stay alive.