I used to be bullied.
Get told every single day I didn't deserve to live.
I'm the reason my biological father died.
Till I almost killed myself, told myself I wanted a knife through my chest.
Sadness was the least I felt.
Now I'm my own bully.
I say those things to myself and i'm just disappointed,
Why is it okay when I say it to myself?
Of course It should've hurt just as much, but it doesn't.
That way i would've forced myself to get away,
Get away from those situations;
Forced myself to get away from those thoughts.
Forced myself to be better instead of my worst bully.
It always hurts more when you hear it from the ones,
You're closest to.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
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