As a child I had hope. I believed there was someone out there for me. I believed that someday the yelling would end. I believed that one day I’d be ok. That someday people would stop hurting me. That death just meant that it would be a while before we would say hello again.
But as the years have passed, I've come to realize that it was all false. These things were wrong and would never happen.
The world is full of boys who go after young women to just use them then drop them. The world is full of angry people who never stop yelling. That the world would take away every chance I have at being happy. The world is full of people who find joy in hurting others. And death means the end.
I was a naive child, but now. I know the truth. But I wish I had never come to know it. I wish I was still the naive little child who loved everyone and everything. The one who found light in even the darkest places. The one who found hope when there was none. The one who found the beauty in the world.
