Dear Lucie,
When I first met you,
I had a feeling.
A feeling that you would be the tornado that tore my life apart.
A feeling that I choosed to ignore.
Dear Lucie,
I shouldn't have ignored it.
Because before long,
You had managed to take everything from me.
My friends,
My confidence,
My security.
Dear Lucie,
The day that you led me to the back of the school yard to beat me up,
I thought you might have changed.
Dear Lucie,
I shouldn't have thought you changed.
The bruises told me that.
Dear Lucie,
You managed to make me feel like everyone hating me was my fault.
That being the "pink devil" was my choice.
Dear Lucie,
Even after,
You managed to lead me up a tower of self hatred,
Blindfolded,
And at gunpoint.
A tower I still haven't managed to get down from.
Dear Lucie,
I honestly don't know why I'm calling you dear in this letter.
You are not dear to me.
Dear Lucie,
There are days I wish you were never born.
Dear Lucie,
Have you ever felt like throwing up at the thought of school?
Dear Lucie,
How do you sleep at night?
Dear Lucie,
It's been five years since you beat me up.
We've managed to label ourselves friends on the surface,
But underneath I know we can never,
Truly be friends.
Dear Lucie,
This question has haunted me for years:
Do you regret it?
Do you regret making me and so many others feel like a dirty penny on side walk has more worth than they do?
Do you regret the hearts you've broken?
I don't think you truly do,
Because every time it comes up,
You say "Oh yeah. That was funny."
Dear Lucie,
Even though you told me you wanted to swallow some bleach,
Even though you know what its like to be a victim of bullying,
You still find it amusing.
Dear Lucie,
Fact: When pain reaches above a certain threshold,
The mind slips unconscious.
The same must be true for the heart,
Because you made my heart feel so numb inside my chest,
I used to wonder if it was still there.
Dear Lucie,
To a certain extent,
I should be thanking.
Because you should me,
Just how cruel and void of empathy humans can be.
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Fair or Free
Poesía"See, I know life isn’t fair or free Never turn your back on family And even though you love me, let me be I’m sure, I don’t need you anymore." - Loyal Friend and Thoughtful Lover by The Wind and the Wave A series of poems stemming from one of the m...
