• You told me they couldn’t hurt me. They had no limbs to hit me, no fingers to shoot me, and no will to tear me down. They were each spoken or written with no thought at all.

    But to me, they were more than letters on a page - more than that small talk in the hallway at school. Each word grew into a false story that became my life. It was like a living hell, slowly killing me from the inside and destroying everything I thought I knew.

    Those people just didn’t understand. They had no sympathy, no mercy. They only cared about that small, insignificant moment in their life where they found happiness by making me miserable.

    That’s why I’m gone - away from the cruel world. I know that you’re upset, but you’ll forgive me. After all, it was only words that killed me.