All Time Low: A Heap Of Hate

Words

I know I said that words don't hurt.
That anything you say will only fuel my lungs,
Listening blindly to some song lyrics.
But I lied.
What they say, what you say;
I can hear it.

What if I told you
That the whispers were getting louder.
That I can hear everything you mutter.
And I know you're right.
So I go home and cut the words into myself.
Weird, Worthless, Loner, Ugly, Pathetic.

The list goes on and on.
From harmless ones like teacher's pet;
To the ones that sting,
Like the razor blade brands you recommend.
Even the stares and disgusted looks,
They hurt more than you could imagine.

Then the few that 'care'
Will ask me what's wrong
When I refuse to speak or stare at the ground.
So I tell them "nothing, I'm great."
I tell them that bullies don't exist in my school.
And they believe me.

What if I told you, all of you.
That sometimes when I put in my earphones
I don't really listen to music.
That I can hear the insults.
The snide comments.
Even from my own 'family'

So I what I always say
Is don't be sad when I die.
That apparently it won't matter.
But when that happens I bet they will.
Because the lyrics are right.
Funny when you're dead how people start listening.