Poems and thoughts (completed)

Dont

dont call somebody ugly. They will think about it all day and until they get home. When you call somebody ugly they will look in the mirror hating their reflection. Dont call somebody fat. They will think about it all day. They will go home and get on the scale believing what you said. Dont point out cuts or scars from self-harm and laugh. They are fighting a battle or have fought a battle you have not. These people who you call all those names, they want to die everyday. They hate who they are and they always get put down by you. They will go home after a bad day and want to die. When they wake up every morning they dread school knowing you will be there to hurt them more. Sometime they will break. They will go home crying and go into their room. They will pull out a razor, maybe they had it out last night or last year. It doesnt matter they will cut themselves for the very last time. They will write down some last words and it will mention you and how you made them so upset. They will tie a noose, grab a gun, find a building, take some pills, or maybe cut too deep. It doesnt matter as long as they die. Their parents will come in and see the child they loved with all their heart. Or find just the note saying she jumped off a building or something. They are dead....... their parents cry and their siblings wonder what happend to their sister/brother. The principle calls an assembly the next day at school. He says they commited suicide and he reads their note. You hear your name. You play back all the things you did and said to them. You show up at the funeral and see the body of the person you were so mean to. You cry and you hate yourself. They are dead. You grieve when you shouldnt and years after you are the one being tortured and torturing yourself. You realise how they felt. All those years you were mean came back to you and now you feel shame. You cut you cry you feel pain. Guess who is in heavan looking at you suffer. The sad thing is they feel sorry for you. They want to come down and give you a hug and tell you it is okay. They whisper in your ear to hang in there so you do. You suffer so much and dont commit suicide for them. Karma came back at ya huh?