Why do they say it?
Does it give them pleasure?
Make them feel Powerful…
By hurting others

Are they happy?
When little bit of happiness that i have left,
Dies before them

Are they happy?
When my
Cold, Haunted, Lifeless eyes look at them,
Never to shine again?

Are they happy?
That I feel like an old house,
Dead, Haunted and Full of ghosts,
That no on wants to help-
Fix.


Are they happy?
With what I have become

that the once Happy, Cheerful, girl
Is now bitter.
full of- Hate and Self-Loathing.

Does it make Them
Proud?

Proud,
that when they walk by Chills overwhelm me,
that I feel like a-
Ghost just walked through me.

Before,
I never did care,

What people said
but,

Now it’s the Only thing I can hear anymore,
the Horrid, Nasty comments about
how I Look
how I Dress
how I Talk.

I try
to put up walls,
To keep me safe from their attacks
I REALLY DO!
However,
it doesn't stop them.

If anything

It has encouraged them
Making them try harder,
To break down the new walls
Just like the old ones

only this time they come prepared with
Dynamite and Steamrollers ready to
CRUSH!

my walls are
Knocked down,
Destroyed.
Yet their words keep coming!
WHY?

what did I ever do to
Deserve this?

everybody says-words never hurt
But the truth is-they hurt the most

Their Words are like a song, jammed into my head,
NEVER to be forgotten,
Haunting me.

and Now they have finished, leaving
Nothing of my former self.

Nevertheless-
the spiteful comments keep
coming.

Will they ever go Away?