just like a match, you strike to incinerate

i don't think parents know

just how powerful their words are

to their children

how deep their words cut

maybe it's because

they think we're still kids

that we'll grow out of it

or

get used to it

i don't think our parents know

that we never grew out of it

i don't think our parents know

that we didn't just get used to it

we grew with it

we adopted it

we adopted the pain

we adopted the wounds

we adopted the scars

"you hate me

so i hate me too"

self-hate which

led to self-harm

self-harm of the acceptable kind

smoking, cutting, drugs, alcohol, pornography

acceptable, simply because

our parents fueled it

acceptable, because

we're just kids.

and so i wouldn't mind dying now. dying young. they say that the good die young. maybe this way i will finally be known as 'good'. Whatever in hell that means.