Boulder

You hear the words.
Those words.
The words you’ve heard one too many times.
Then you hear nothing; nothing but silence; nothing but the words that dropped a
Boulder
On your heart.
You feel the weight on your heart.
That boulder.
Then come hastened breaths:
They race, seeing how fast they can go.
You feel the speed; it hurts. It hurts your heart.
The heart with
The boulder.
You saw their mouths move.
That mouth that said
The words.
Those words that surround and consume you.
Now you see smiles.
Cruel smiles.
Smiles that say “I don’t care.”
Oblivious smiles.
Oblivious to your boulder.
The boulder they caused.
That boulder.
It sinks your heart, crushes it.
Leaving little left of your once beautiful, once full heart.
Then come the “what ifs.”
What if this was your fault?
What if it’s true – those words?
What if–?
You hear, you feel, you see
Water.
Your water. Your tears.
They sting.
They sting like the words.
Those words, from the cruel smiles.
You hurt; words hurt.
You see the smiles go on with their lives. Lives that know nothing of what its cold smile caused.
But your life
Won’t be the same.
Not for a long time, maybe not ever.
Because of the words you’ve heard one too many times.
“You’re stupid.”
“You’re ugly.”
“You’re fat.”
“You can’t do anything right.”
“This world would be better if you were dead.”
“Go die.”
These words.
Those words
HURT.
More than those cruel, cold, oblivious smiles know.
The words that are hard, nearly impossible
To take back.
Those words
That never go away.
Stop the words; stop the hurt; stop the boulder.