No One Has The Same Story

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No they didn't say 'go die'

Or face life

you're just plain ugly.

No they didn't say 'cut your wrists'

Or punch me with their fists

No they didn't say 'fat'

Or step on my shoelace

Or throw insults in my face.

But that doesn't mean I was accepted with grace.

Perhaps I was

but not so much.

Their fake compliments

on what they think of your comments

and how you look great

but they just sound so....fake.

No cuts was ever on my wrist

But that doesn't mean it wasn't on my list.

Because I wasn't bullied at school

doesn't mean I'm cool.

At least I try to keep my cool.

That doesn't mean that I had a fun childhood.

When I didn't care before

but now it hit me hard

that, that man didn't have the heart

to apologize

for what he's done to me.

But that didn't mean that I didn't have a heart.

I forgave him even when he didn't ask for it.

But struggles came in the years between

when I understood what had happened.

Now I know that he wasn't so clean

and if I had the chance

I would kick him on the shin.

I couldn't believe that he would hurt me that way

and ruin the the meaning of innocence for me.

How he let me see

as if I wasn't child lost in the sea

just like everyone else.

Naive...that's what I was

but I would blame myself for being so stupid sometimes

I was around 6-8 years old

my memory of that time was too cold

that it was blurry in my head,

yet the scenes were so clear

That I wished I was never here.

It would cross my mind

and I've cried about it too many times.

But I've moved on and so has he.

I've seen him cry and saw his struggles

there was an unspoken apology

So I forgave him dreadfully.

But the dread went away slowly

I learned to forgive him easily

because there was an unspoken apology

and I saw somehow him in me.

He isn't a monster.
He was just a child lost in the sea

just like me.

Written by: jme_28

A/N: it's really hard to say it out loud to people. And it's really hard to explain what had happened but it wasn't fun. My childhood probably isn't the best. But I am blessed by God that I am able to write this to the world and I want to get my point across. I wouldn't stop telling the world about my story just so they/ you could learn from them. You need to learn to forgive no matter what. Try to understand what is hard to understand and put your faith in God.























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