Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Then the good people become bad. Not to others though, sadly to themselves. I became one of those people. It's hard being in a world where you have to always worry about if you're doing the right thing or if you're being everything someone wanted. It's hard having parents that never listened to you when you shared your feelings. You always became a burden, became something that made others feel as if they have to walk on eggshells; when in reality it was always you tiptoeing around trying to make sure that you hid the sadness, that you hid the scares that you placed on your body when the tears wouldn't stop flowing. Then came the drugs, and the drinking, finding someway anyway to make it all go away, so that you wouldn't be a burden anymore.
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Author:
Beatrixx89 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes we have to be able to share the darkest things about ourselves. It took me time to understand that if I wrote them down it wasn't that bad.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Far worse to be bad to oneself than to others. A most interesting read..
Only when you see who you are for yourself are you able to move forward.
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