Yes i have questions.
Good one's at that.
The kind of questions that i feel need answering to.
The one's i think about each and every day.
The one's i would never say.
You thought you understood.
When really you didn't.
You thought you did everything you could. When infact you didn't.
No.
When it mattered you stayed hidden.
Of course you were there..To kick me when i was down....and of course you were there..
Maby i'm not being fair.
After all i'm only seeing it from my point of view.
I'm not pointing fingers at you or you. There's no one to blame here. '
It just hurt that's all when i started to see clear,
At the age of 16,
to find that in my hour of need,
there was no body near.
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Author:
Melissa Taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2020 06:55
- Category: Family
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Comments4
We are listening now flamingo
Keep writing it out
A dramatic write without doubt. At age sixteen a crisis lands all the harder for not yet being fully adult we have little ability to cope.
Happenings in those formative years stay with us and colour our lives. But there are many years ahead for you (I sneaked a peek at your profile) and with such a talent for writing I hope to see plenty more of your 'stuff'.
It is hard to see anything from some one else's point of view, particularly when you are down and still being kicked... and at 16 it is almost impossible to absorb all the blows without some very serious bruising.....
It is so hard when strife occurs at a young age but you have moved on and that strife has given you a strength of character that will take you forward in your life.
Andy.
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