Sticks and Stones

It could have all been avoided.

She was new.
She was different.

School was getting tough.
Home wasn’t any better.

Nobody cares. You’ll never be good enough. You don’t matter.
What a lie.

All alone, everywhere she went.
One person was all she needed.

Forced into self-hate every day so you could make yourself feel better.

Crying herself to sleep every night believing everything that was said to her.
Cracking at the seams visible to everyone around her.

Why did nobody help her?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

But the truth is,
The words cut through the skin almost easier than the razor she pulled to her arm every night.