You know you never think its going to happen, until it does.
"Those weak people who get bullied can't even stand up for themselves" That's what you think anyway. Until you become from a bullier to bullied.
I wish I could take an eraser and erase what I said.
What I did.
Those wrong things.
Go back in time.
Change it.
But...
That's not going to happen. This is real life. No such thing as time machines. The mistakes you made are never going away.
You never think you'll wake up in the morning and not want to get up. You'll never think that.
Unless it happens to you.
Who ever thought karma is so bad?
I may not be able to change the past, but I can change the future.
I won't be a bullier or bullied.
But at the same time I will be both.
The scars will be there.
To remind me, and help me. To tell me I changed. They will guide me.
For they are scars, not fresh cuts. They are the past. Not the future.
I can erase my story, but light marks will be there. They'll never leave.
But I can write over them. Cover them up.
But I know there still there.
But the fresh marks are what matter,
Not scars.
