words are weapons

your words hurt in more ways than you would ever know they were just jokes to you to me it was a direct attack every time you do that it gets harder and harder to justify harder to laugh it off harder to just tell myself oh its a joke it didn't mean anything you would've got the idea from somewhere you wouldn't just say it for a joke part of it is what you think of me and that hurts it hurts so bad you probably thought i was fine i bet you didn't think about how that would affect me how it broke me how i couldn't look in the mirror without crying or vomiting how i couldn't look at any food without feeling sick your words ruined my progress i relapsed over what was a joke to you was it worth the few minuets of entertainment i don't know if i should blame you for your words or me for being me even after all that id still do anything for you ik your gonna use that to hurt me more but i hang on to hope a false hope you will value me