As writers, we know that words are beautiful. They form sentences that can describe the color of the sky or a girl's first kiss. They can make someone smile or they can make someone harm themselves.
Words are powerful. Forget the saying "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me." No. Don't believe any of that. Words are like bullets, they make you bleed from the inside out.
Believe me, I know.
I wasn't popular in elementary school. I was the girl who hardly spoke, who let the other kids copy off of my paper, because I thought it would make them like me, but they never did like me. They would tease me for being smart, for being a geek, for not being like them.
As I got older, the people changed, but the words didn't.
I used to cry because people said things about me that I didn't like. They made me feel like I was worthless, and I used to ask myself "Why?"
Why do I get treated this way?
Is it because of the way I look or dress or act or feel. My friends would say that they were just jealous, and I knew that wasn't it, because who could ever be jealous of me?
I was never beat up or anything but verbal abuse is just as bad as physical. It hurts your mind, it makes you feel...I don't know how to explain it, but it just makes you feel like nothing.
Like I said, words are powerful, and you just need to be careful about how you use them, because you never know how it might affect that person.
Lucky for me, I had people who cared about me, and after I got done crying, my friends would make me feel better, but a lot of people don't have that. They walk around with a lot of pent up emotions that are let out in the wrong ways.
Some people bully other people. Some people steal or do drugs or commit suicide.
They commit suicide. A lot of people who are bullied take their lives, because they think they are not loved or liked. They think they aren't important. They feel like knives are being shoved into their chest, and they just want to curl up into ball and disappear forever. Of course they can never do that, so they look for help in the form of a gun or a knife or a noose.
Sometimes they harm the ones who are hurting them, but other times they harm themselves.
If you happen to read this post, I want you to do something for me.
Don't ignore it.
Take a stand for the ones who are afraid to.