The blue screen illuminates the dark,

The black words,

Stark against a white background.

The pictures, 

Meant only for him,

Now seen by everyone. 

I can't even go to school anymore, 

Without hearing their words.

SLUT,

WHORE, 

UGLY,

FATASS, 

BITCH, 

They all carve their way into my mind. 

And I try so, so hard,

Not to carve them into my skin. 

Teachers say, 

"Boys will be boys, it'll blow over soon" 

The same sorry excuse. 

But its not just the boys. 

Its girls to, when they write those words

In lipstick on the mirror, when I am near. 

I stop eating.

I stop putting on makeup. 

Why should it matter when they have all already seen

What lies underneath my clothing. 

Why should I care, 

When he so obviously didn't. 

He didn't care when he sent that text, 

He didn't think about what it could do. 

Why he kept them, I don't know,

We broke up weeks ago. 

But I guess I don't care, 

There is nothing left that can tear me down, 

My dignity is taken. 

I hate myself.

I hate them.

But most of all.....

I hate HIM.