Torn

I'm ripped, I'm torn.

I wish I had never been born.

Your words shred me to pieces,

And my brain ceases,

"You're ugly" "You're dumb"

Your words make me go numb.

Why do you do this?

Is it because you're cruel, or you miss,

Not having someone to tear to bits,

Leaving us in bottomless pits?

However, we all know not to listen,

To your threats and superstitions,

For we are beautiful too,

And your words mean nothing to me or you.