drowning in my thoughts.

words kill.

Words hurt. They really kill. Did you mean to do it? Did you try to bring my spirits down? How about kill me from the inside out? Your words hurt me. They hurt like hell. You didn't see my tear filled face after you left. You didn't even ask if I was okay. So, why should I waste tears on you? I'm not. I'm crying over the painful words you spoke. But why cry over something that probably won't matter in ten years? Because it matters right now, at this very moment it means everything. It all adds up. I was having the worst day, and all I needed was a little reassurance that everything would be okay. I needed to know that there was still hope in this world of chaos. I needed a little sunshine in my life. And you couldn't give that to me. Not even for a second. No. Instead you made my day a living hell, and then proceeded to ask for my forgiveness. I will never forgive you. You're a monster. You were supposed to build me up, not tear me down. You made me hate myself. Do you know what it feels like to not want to live anymore? To want to give up? I do. You pushed me to my limits. I'm terrified of what other hurtful words you're conjuring up in your twisted mind. But I'm also grateful for every mean thing you've said to me that slowly tore away at me. Because of you, I'm stronger than ever. I've survived your games. I'm still here, and I will never let anyone mistreat me again. Never again will I rely on any person to make me happy.