Cruelty

Perhaps I have been cruel to myself, allowing myself to hate and hate the world around me. Perhaps it was cruel how I told myself no one cared, how I told myself everyone hates me. Perhaps it was cruel when I humiliated myself time and again, reprimanding myself for the barest mistake, when I silenced myself with barely a glance. Perhaps I was cruel when I distanced myself from everyone, saying again and again how it was for the best until I believed it. Perhaps it was cruel how I told myself that everything was fine or that it didn’t matter. Perhaps wishing pain, death, or to have never existed in the first place day after day would be considered cruel. Perhaps I have been cruel to myself, but how did it begin?

Author Notes: Goodness I'm bad at categorizing these things. Anyway, hope y'all are having a good day!

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