Broken

Words can really hurt a person.

They strick you when you are vulnerable.

Break you when things are already rough.

Kill you when they are pointed right at you.

Most words you can tolerate.

Some.... they can break you down to your breaking point.

You wonder why they are being said to you.

You walk around and enjoy what you have and are oblivious of what is really the big picture.

Seeing the friends you actually have walk away from you when you want to talk.

Wondering why they are acting like this is a challenge.

Yelling, screaming, crying.... these are the things that go with these words.

Just hearing them makes you crack.

Then the rest of the day you are thinking..... "what have I done wrong?"

That's me.....

Yup. Words are my enemy. The little things that are about me..... well you know the rest.

I'm not one of those girls who cries about it and then tries to kill herself. No. I fix my problem. Damn right I said fix.

I may cry about it but then I will think about it.

I am not letting things like this break me down.

Not right now.

I'm done with these words. They are getting on my last nerve.

I may have been called these nasty, cruel, unforgivable, despicable words.

No I won't have it. This is the last straw.

But..... yet they still come back.

One in particular.

Slut.....