Before you go and hurt someone.

Before you go and hurt someone,

know you’ll be hurting yourself all along.

Before you go and hurt someone,

Please think again, and don’t.

You don’t know what they are going

through,

and what your harsh words might do.

I am not asking you to care, just-

don’t get there.

So before you go and hurt someone,

try to find an excuse for their mistakes,

and forgive.

I’ll leave forgetting to you anyway.

Before you go and hurt someone,

Remember how you hate being judged,

as well as being mocked or called by names.

Remember that life is not so fair, I know,

but I also know that it’s still pretty fair-

enough to hurt you as bad.

Before you go and hurt someone,

Don’t think of Karma. We don’t care.

Think of yourself or feeling bad about it.

And know that it could really get to others,

So please, stop yourself and don’t go anywhere.

I hurt someone before, and I hurt myself.

I wish I read this post before I go.

But here we are, don’t let yourself be me.

And before you go and hurt someone,

know you are not a God to take revenge.

And you are not life to feel that big.

Because you, really, are so small,

And hurting others will me you feel smaller.

I am sorry if this is getting boring,

I am sorry if I am repeating the same words,

all over,

and over again..

But next time,

before you go and hurt someone,

Please, stop yourself and don’t go.

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