Ugly....
Fat...
Useless...
These aren't just words...
Worthless...
Dirt bag...
Burden...
These are the scars...
Whore..
Slut...
Bitch...
This is what people refer to me as...
Why are you still breathing...?
No one needs you...
You are a disgrace...
This is what my mind tells me...
You are a curse..
You are my worst nightmare..
You are the reason, the world is ugly...
Is what they all say....
Am I really so bad?
Am I really so ugly?
Am I really a disgrace?
No one answered my silent questions..
No one cared when I cried... No one noticed...
You think you can succeed?
I hope you drown..
I wish I never met you...
Fading scars... Drying blood...
Ruined pillow and a spoilt head..
I bet she sleeps with everyone...
I wonder if she takes money from every person she has slept with....
She is a prostitute..
Is what I hear as I pass the hallways...
Not so quiet whispers...
And not so soft blows...
Her hair looks like a bird's nest..
Look at her clothes, looks like someone donated them to her....
Her makeup... She looks like a cake...
I swear I brushed my hair, a hundred times before I left home...
And made sure my clothes were good as new.... And I never wore Make up...
Look at her stomach... She looks like a pregnant lady...
No surprise if she's pregnant...
She probably has many diseases...
I skipped meals...just not to listen to the words again...
But they never stop...
The pain grows... As the hatred shows...
Not on them, but on me...
The anger I wanna turn to pain...
The pain I wanna get rid of...
The only way I found...
The only thing I could think of....
Hidden deep inside my heart...
Is the agony of all the things I faced...
The razor eases the pain...
The blood calms my mind...
The cut fixes everything...
Or at least I think it does...
I roll up.my sleeves... Revealing the fading scars... Placing the cold metal against my skin... Closing my eyes... And letting the blade sink in...
I hope you kill yourself..
Cut.
You are a pathetic excuse of a person..
Cut.
I hope you die...
Cut.
You are such a disgrace..
Cut.
No one cares... No one notices if you die...
Cut. Cut.
NO ONE LIKES YOU.
A large slash.
My hands tremble... My vision blurs.
My knees buckle. I drop to floor.
How will they react after I die?
Will they pester someone else?
Or will they calm down?
Blood. Blood all over.
Red. Red is all I could see.
Tears spill. Blood flows...
Is this what they wanted all along?
Is this what makes them Happy?
Is this what they wanted to see?
It hurts. It hurts all over. My head.
My heart. And my hands. They really hurt.
Would anyone cry after this?
Would they come to my funeral?
Or would they. . Would they laugh it off..?
I could hear screams... More like cries... Soft whimpers... Muffled by the carpet... Blood oozing out.... As I cried... Breaths shallow... And finally stop.... As I died...
~*~
So.... Yeah... Another poem..
How'd you like?? I wrote it with a heavy heart...
The words people say... They hurt..
They hurt a lot more than you think..
It's not okay to say someone is ugly... Just because they are less popular than you...
You are beautiful.. inside and out..
Don't let others say otherwise...
Have a nice day...
Until next time....
Lots of love...
Vinu💖💖
P.S. Just because things are bad... It doesn't mean they are always like that.