For all of those who wounded me, in present and in past,
the lovers and the friends who left, and those who shadows cast,
the family that made mistakes and disguised them as love,
For all of those who left a mark, intentionally or not.
For all the times I felt afraid, rejected, abandoned, lost,
that taught me not to love myself and made me pay the cost.
The hurt that you created, did not follow the plan,
For all the times you wounded me, you made me who I am.
- Author: Iris (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 16th, 2024 18:06
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
Comments1
Powerful and poignant.
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