There’s going to be people in your life
People who will judge you
People who will hate you
They will tell you you’re not good enough
That you don’t deserve to live
That you are not loved
That everyone wants you to die
That no one cares about you
That everyone hates you
And you’re going to believe them
Your self esteem and confidence will go down
People will constantly tell you hateful things
Over and over and over and over
Until one day you finally break under the hate
The day you can’t take it anymore
That day can either be good or it can be bad
Either you’re going to stand up for yourself
Or
Because of the excessive hate you’re going to die
People will tell you things that they don’t really mean
Hateful and mean things
You can’t let them indirectly kill you
Because you know what
There are people that are going to hate you yes
But there are also people who love you greatly
Who want to see you live your life
Who want you to be happy
Who want you to feel loved and cared for
Who want you to live your dreams
Who want you to travel and write and all of that
There are people who love you
There are people who hate you
You just have to decide which one you’re going to listen to.
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This is so beautiful and so true.
there are the ups and downs in this shitty roller coaster that is life.
lots of people try. They try to stand up with all the hate, but end up shattering under all of it.
and some want to shatter so badly. They are sick of holding all of the hate pushing them down. But they stand strong for those who give them love.
I miss the days where you were more talkative and engaging of us, the dear commenter. I s’pose it’s to be expected when someone reaches our level of despair. I’m hopeful you’ll receive some light in your life and very soon I would hope. You could be the most beautiful woman this world would ever see, LetItGo.
Hate it or love it, please stay a while longer.
I probably should apologize for the lack of me commenting back. I’m sorry. Sincerely sorry. I want to say that I’m the same person I was a few months ago, but unfortunately I can’t do that. I don’t know whether I’m doing worse or better. Nor do I know what’s going to happen. I’ve received a little light, but I’ve received a lot of darkness. I’m not the most beautiful woman this world would ever see because I’m not beautiful.
I don’t know whether I hate it or love it. I’m kind of neutral right now.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder my dear. I know that it isn’t helpful, but some of the most gorgeous women in the world look simply wretched when they open their mouths. Conversely, some of the simple looking, indeed the girls who may even call themselves ugly, are surly a sight to behold when they allow their light to shine through.