Dear me,
I know this is so late and its been so long that I've hated you. I know if it was anybody else I would never treat them the way I treated you. I'm sorry for the cuts and the words and the scratches and bruises. I'm sorry for the tears. I'm sorry for hating you when you didnt deserve any of it. I'm sorry for the blood and the long sleeves. I'm sorry for making you feel like you werent good enough and I'm sorry that I refused to get help with the way I was feeling. I'm sorry for blaming you for everything. I'm just sorry. I hope you can forgive me. I hope you can love me again.
Love,
Sam
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Severed Silence
PoetryPoetry~ the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts. ie. Talking about a special thing in a special way And these things are special My goal is to write at least one poe...
