“You’re too fat to wear that”
“You’re so disgusting, just kill yourself”
“You take up too much air why are you even here?”
“You’re too ugly, makeup can’t even help you”
“You don’t deserve to live”

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I used to say this while I went into the bathroom to cry because the hallway was a scary place. It’s a battlefield for those who don’t belong.
It started back in elementary.

“I’m sorry, this seat it taken”
“you’re really going to eat that?”
You see back then, we thought covering your mouth meant no one could hear you.
I could hear it. I heard it all.
It lead on to middle school.
“You’re so fat”
“You should put a paper bag over your head it might make you look better”
“You shouldn’t be eating lunch, you’re like a whale.”
To this day, I can’t go into a lunchroom without hating myself.

Everyday, day after day it’s all the same. It’s the same damn thing that’ll never change.
You think it’s funny, the comments you whisper. The gestures you make. Your expressions are the reason for my depression. Day after day, you tore me apart. You shattered my self esteem. 4 years later and I can’t look in the mirror without seeing everything you told me that was wrong with me.  
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I said over and over again after the rumor spread.
Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I said, after gym class because that was the one class I couldn’t hide from my demons.
Running was a torment not because of the running but because I can hear your laughter from behind me. Day after bloody day until I stopped. Stopped running, stopped talking, stopped smiling.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I stopped saying it after starting a gallery of scars across my skin because nothing could save me from myself.
It’s too late to go back, my addiction became an everyday thing. From skipping lunch to the blade hidden in my phone case.
Laughter never ended, the torment worsened, day after day
headphones blasting to cover the words being said, face down at the floor because I cannot bear to see the gestures anymore. The day the note in my locker telling me to kill myself pushed me over the edge and i attempted something you could never imagine.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words make me want to die.