Stop the stigma

Dead

The last days

were the cruelest days

I went through hardships

disasters and breakups

I was called

"Ugly"

"Fat"

"Slutty"

"Weak"

and

"Imperfect"

Hit

yelled at

and locked out

the last days were the cruelest of them all

with bad words

horrible moments

and sadder than ever

I became to dread ever living

I told myself that I should not be living

I became to sink in grades

and lowered my confidence

I now stare at the weapon

that destroyed my live forever

Changed my families forever

made the mean nice

I now understand

that they all said

the words they said

because they were insecure

felt ugly

imperfect

weak

and slutty

I want to live

I want to breathe

I want to be happy

but sadly

my life was taken away

from me

by me