They hit me not physically but emotionally.

What's the difference? The pain is the same.

It wasn't a damage to my ego. It was a damage to the only thing I had left. My dignity.

But they didn't care, they thought words didn't matter. How wrong they were.

The term "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words would never hurt me " was a lie.

Words are worse than sticks and stones.
They're deadly daggers.

Attackers.

At first it was minor, but Then it got worse.

All I could do was purse my lips together and take it.

I grew tired of taking the unnecessary shots.

I painted pretty pictures on my wrist. 
This is the pain I deserve, if only they hadn't dissed.

Then they took it too far. 
She was stuck in gooey tar.

She screamed for help but sadly no one listened...