I always thought that my life was okay while growing up. I had one parent while some kids might not even have one. I thought that the abuse was normal because I made myself believe that my family was normal. I told myself the thoughts I was experiencing was okay for me to think that way. I told myself it was okay to deny my sexuality, for the fear of hurting everyone around me. I lived fourteen years hiding myself, ashamed of who I was. I couldn't stand the "jokes" my family used to tell me. They think it's alright to tell me one thing, and then behind my back say what they really think. I thought my life was never going to change, but after all the years of struggling it's finally starting to change. I thought I would never have a parent to love me for me, but she came into my life and gave me a reason for living. If she had never came into my life and showed me that I'm worth being alive, well, I can't even say what might have happened.
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To Feel
PoetryJust 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.
