The Untold Stories Of The Hurt

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"Go home and write

A page tonight.

And let that page come out of you-

Then, it will be true."

What to write about

What to say to somebody I don't know.

I'm asked to write about me.

All I think about is the bad memories,

The memories that shouldn't define me

But do.

I'm told to move on.

I'm told to forget about it

But how can I

When he's lurking around in these halls?

True I'm better,

Learned from my mistakes.

But other people think things

Things like this wont happen to us teens.

They're wrong

And I'm here to show them just how wrong they are.

So here i write

Writing to somebody I don't know

In hopes to enlighten them

On the horrors that go on in these halls.

"She's broken,

damaged even."

I look at myself in the mirror

Horror staring back at me.

How did things come to this?

I had lost my emotions,

my dignity,

my self worth.

I loved the ones that hurt me the most.

Him.

To me he was perfect,

With the occasional flaw.

The occasional slap

The occasional pushing

The occasional name calling

The occasional cussing out.

All perfect,

With the occasional flaw.

He hurt me.

I never told anyone

I didn't want him to get in trouble

And take it out on me.

For two straight years I let him,

Let him abuse me

Emotionally,

Physically.

I thought, "It gets better."

He promised, "I've changed."

For two straight years I let him.

He told me it was all my fault.

I believed it.

I cried out to him

how sorry I was.

He loved it.

Listening to me cry

Listening to me apologize.

And for what?

Just to hurt me again.

Till someone finally stood up

Stood up for me when I couldn't.

I cried for I had never felt such compassion

Compassion from a stranger.

Who knew there were nice people in the world?

I cried, for that stranger hugged me

A hug I felt not worthy to receive

A hug that engulfed me in safety

A hug I will never forget.

It changed me

It opened my eyes to what I allowed him to do

To hurt me for so long.

From that day on,

I never looked back.

He was no longer in control.

In that moment

I was freed.