It was great day I was happy... how would i know the words could break my bones. I tears would roll down my checks. And would flood my brain with anxiety. My whole world would be critzation. I'm told that sticks and stones will break my bones but words won't. Yet how come it did
Those 3 words and a list of things would kill me . The boy of my dreams doesn't like me. I would never marry I would be lonely. My life would be terrible. No one likes me I'm a outcast. My life would come to a end these things are things I thought. I thought I finally got out of a slump of deppression I would be happy.
Wrong! Tears rolling eyes crying brain hurting I was putting myself down I was tearing myself down. I would cry until I couldn't. Someone at a youth group would make me cry. About things I can't control the part is she lied about me . The worst part was my best friends ended up back stabbing me.
I would be a outcast of my youth group. A church family would hate me. What would I do................
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