Words cut deeper than a knife

March 24, 2008 at 6:20 pm 3 comments

super-sad.gif Sometimes, words are enough to kill someone.


A girl was thinking that she was living a life of debt. She was abused by her father not physically but verbally. She has lived a life of hurtful words, starting when she was still a kid, she was loaded with mortifying words. It always let her down, made her feel worthless, and made her feel like a nobody. Whenever her father was mad, he would always shower her with words regarding on the cost and the money he spent just to put her to a prestigious school, give her gadgets and give her enough allowance for school or the rest of the pleasures a parent could give to their children.

The girl admits that she never was the perfect daughter, and admits that she’s a pain in the ass at times, but she knows and believes that she doesn’t deserve to be treated as such. Sometimes, she wishes that her father would just hurt her physically rather than hurting her with words that kills her self-esteem slowly, makes her want to wish that the world would crack open and eat her alive.

Words indeed cut like a knife, but the girl thinks that those words that she heard cut deeper than any sharp object could ever penetrate to somebody. As if she was living a life full of debt because her father always tells her that he provided enough and that she should show much respect and gratitude. I can see that the girl is a good daughter. She can’t blame herself if there are times that she becomes too cold to her father. It’s because his dad exaggerates things and says words that would make her feel so useless. His father might forget some things about work, or the things that he should buy, but he never forgets the wrong things that the girl have done before.

She said to herself that she wouldn’t rebel, but she said she would never cry on her dad’s funeral. She loves her dad, unconditionally, but she can’t deny the pain that she has inside her. She just can’t seem to express it because she’s always wrong in the eyes of his dad. Hiding anger to someone who you get to be with always is difficult. Very difficult. She doesn’t know how to deal with it. But as long as she could still pick up the pieces of her broken self, and as long as she can forgive, she’ll still stay at home.

Oh, and the girl is the one I see crying in the mirror.

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Tim Ramsey  |  March 24, 2008 at 6:51 pm

    I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog.

    Tim Ramsey

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  • 2. lethalverses  |  March 25, 2008 at 1:36 am

    salamat for dropping by at my blog! wow supertrishie ito, ang tinitingalang blogger ng dekada. nakanampuchangporkenbins!

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  • 3. Nilat  |  November 15, 2008 at 1:50 am

    You are saying exactly what I’m feeling right now … I just googled “words cut deeper” cause I’ve been hurt by hateful words and your post came up … I can never understand my father and why he acts that way … always bring up the money that he spent on me to have a good life .. I’m 27 and his words still ring in my head every day, cause You can never erase those from your memory … I guess we should just try and stay positive and hope that we wont do the same to our children.

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