Just because you were verbally abused growing up does not mean it's perfectly okay to verbally abuse me. You can stop the tragic cycle, yet you chose to continue it. Your razor sharp words kill me and you just shrug it off like it means nothing. I learned to block out most words, but these words you told me cannot ever escape my ears. "Go ahead, kill yourself." That will forever lay inside my mind. Everytime I feel suicidal, your words of "encouragement" will probably push me over the edge. You keep telling me it's my choice on whether or not to leave you, but I can't. Its either leave everything: my friends, my school, the only place I've ever known. Or, I can choose to move in with people I haven't seen in over five years and choose to leave everything behind. I have three long years ahead of me, but I'll be damned if I have to leave just because of you. I can pull through for these last years. I just have to keep telling myself that. I have a loving second family who means the world to me, and I couldn't bare to leave them behind, too.
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To Feel
PoesíaJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
