I know the things I say
That you haunt me day by day
And I struggle to see the good
Especially in this mood
Truth is, it hurts to think of you
The things you used to make me do
And I couldn't ell you anything
Nothing i said seem to hold any meaning
Everything was so covered in lies and regret
To the point I flirted with the thought of being dead
But.
There was something else I didn't see
That the pain would make me finally see, me
The pain wasn't a crutch
It showed me who I can trust
It should the dark and light and all the translucent colors
When you told me there were no others
Everything made me stronger
Made me be able to hold out longer
I can't hate the ones who made me, me
Even if you told me who I needed to be
I can't regret the change
The scars will fade
Even through the hate
Because without you, I could never have stood up.
Ehh.. Idk
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
