Now I talk about my past, and I say 'my childhood'.
Because I don't consider myself a kid anymore, I can't.
I know that I am still a child, I'm 14.
But I can't remember the gaps in my childhood leading up to now, I understand perfectly clear so many things I should not.
I've been through so much that I should not have been forced through.
At a young age I had to mature.
I had to adapt.
My actual childhood was torn from my bloody, bruised hands.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts I think.
Poetry•Poems, and quotes from the deepest, most beautiful, scariest, darkest depths of my heart and soul. •Daily pain struck words, given to you by yours truly. •Trigger warning. Self-harm, hurt, pain, etc. So much pain out into the smallest amount of w...
