I have a question…

for all the boys who make girls suffer beyond their imagination:



Was

it

worth

it?



Is

it

worth

it?



Was it worth those moments

where you were just an ounce cooler

in front of your friends—if that?



Was it worth those moments

where you felt powerful

as you watched

or heard

us break down and cry?



Was it worth those moments

where you felt more masculine

just because you had a loaded reputation?



Was it worth those moments

where you were responsible

for the steady collapse of a poor girl's self esteem?



Was it worth those moments

where you were aware

of the mistakes you were making…

and it felt good?



And you don't even know…

And you don't even realize…

that you are the reason

why we sit up in bed late at night

and wonder—why?

And sadly for you

it isn't even for the reason you'd like to believe it is?



All you do.

All you say.

All you think.

What does it do?



It



Exposes your fear of commitment



Advertises your lack of respect



Increases your immaturity



Vocalizes your hunger for power



Pushes us farther away





And after all that

was it worth

being able to say that you got around?



Was it worth knowing that no girl

thinks of you as anything but a monster?



Is it worth watching yourself become one?




And my final question:

Is it worth having to live with yourself

when you realize that you are beyond forgiveness?