Theskyisnotblue

What you did to me

When i was just three, my father took advantage of me
When i was five i was locked outside in the dark thinking how to survive
When i was ten i lost all trust that anyone could be nice, especially men
When i was 13, i understood the horrible things my father did to me and that no one tried to intervene
By 16 I had discovered the sharpest blade, to me it seemed the best thing ever made
When i was 18 i thought to be living was so cruel, that staying alive had made me the fool
When i was 20 i realised that wasn’t the way, that i needed to become independent to be okay
Now im 22 and my life changed a lot, i lost people things were crappy, but now i have my own control have never been so happy

 

 

Comments1

  • sjc513

    Awesome emotion I was ready to cry then you ended on a happy note. Great work!



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