It Hurts (and Thank You)

It hurts.

Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.

It hurts.

Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.

It hurts.

Being called a lair, cheater, failure.

It hurts.

So many people don’t even try to understand. 

It hurts.

Mental health is so taboo, once they hear about my problems, they assume I’m a burden and don’t want me anymore.

It hurts.

Losing control. Having these violent breaks, where I’m not in control. Someone, no, something, else is.

It hurts.

Staring at food, knowing I should eat it, but knowing I’ll vomit if I do.

It hurts.

Their words, b***h, w***e, problem child, s**t, r****d, f****t.

It hurts.

Knowing that the people I’d once considered friends, would reject me in an instant if they saw me today.

It hurts.

Knowing that just by being myself, I’m putting myself in danger.

It hurts.

They say I’m useless, beyond help, a burden.

In short,

It hurts.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can cut much deeper.

Please be careful what you say. To people, about people, and just in general. All it takes is one careless word, spoken without thought, to push someone over the edge.

Thank you YWP for creating such a welcoming environment, where I don’t have to worry about what people say about me.

Y’all are amazing! <3

Fainting Goat

UT

15 years old

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