Of Pity and Piglets

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me.

False.

Sticks and stones are a physical hurt, but words, those are a special kind of hurt, they hurt emotionally, which (depending on who said it) causes a physical pain as well.

Being a speech student through high school, I always knew how to say things. How to verbalize myself, and get my point across. Now, this can be used for such a great thing.

But in high school, it was evil, and I hurt people. Whether it was on purpose or it just happened while I was hating myself, I know not. Either way, I was the reason people were hurting. I would let my emotions take over my thoughts, and then like emotional vomit, out would come degrading, and painful thoughts, comments, or rumours.

I wish I could take it back, no matter how I apologize to those I destroyed, I cannot take back those words.

Just like a punch to the face, a bruise lasts for a while. Then after a time when it's gone, the nightmares of the pain remains.
When that starts to heal, no matter how much we forgive the abuser the pain remains.
It's not a stinging pain anymore though, it's just the remembrance of it. So instead of allowing yourself to be hurt again, it's smarter to just walk away.

Because one can only take so many hits, before "I'm Sorry" starts to sound like a lie.

Leaving, is heartbreaking. And sometimes just as destructive. But in the end. It will be worth it.

That's what they say anyways.

Ps. I'm gunna get a Mini Micro Pig I think! :)

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