What doesn't **** you
Makes you stronger,
they say.
When they taunted me
My confidence turned into
bitter doubt
Questioning my every move
They hate me, I know it
Everyday is a struggle
They enjoy seeing me in pain
suffering
day by day
week by week
years
always the same thing
Now
the darkness is pierced into my heart
a permanent tattoo
for everyone to see.
No.
What they say is not true
Empty promises
What doesn't **** you
makes you wish it did.