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 seajust 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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Little Red Notebook
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