When people physically and verbally hurt others, theyre shamed. The victims are sympathized while the inflictor is punished. Too often than not, people tend to be the victim of themselves. We ingrave these insults in our minds, slowly but surely convincing ourselves we are worthless, not good enough, incompetent, unworthy when does it all end? With a slit of the wrist, thigh, and a burn of the arm, a moment of peace awakens, but only to be disturbed by the inevidable re occurrence of our own self hatred. Why must we be raised to surrender to the social expectations our generation created? Why must we destroy ourselves with our own words just because a boy said he prefers skinny girls over curvy, that straight hair is the only right way, that we must wear makeup, but oh not too much, we must be ourselves. Love yourself, be you, own your skin, but only love yourself if you're the right version of yourself, only be you if you're just like us, only own your skin if its meets our standards. Perfection is non-existant, but be perfect. Where does it all end? When we pour the last pills in our hands with our eyes foggy from our tears, not bothering to count the capsules and tilting our head back as we wait for our little happy pill to make the pain go away, as we tie the rope with the biggest grin on our faces knowing that we'll finally find peace, or when we drag that razor down our wrist draining all the hurtful words we called ourselves to meet our societies standards. We continuously torture ourselves with our words just because we dont all fit the criteria of perfection. We hurt the only person truly looking out for us, yourselves.
//someone needed to say it//~kf
