When I was a kid...
I never spoke up
About the bullying and torture
I endured on a daily basis
Because I was afraid
Nobody would listen
Or that I would be reminded
That sticks and stones
Will break my bones
But words? No
Words were just air with sound
Unable to hurt or break me...
But they did...
Maybe only a little at a time
But a lot in the long run
Because every time I'd sew myself up
The stitches would be
Ripped out again
Over and over
Until the cracks started to connect
Or until the broken pieces
Started falling out
I've tried to put myself back together
But every time,
the pieces would be all out of place
And still are to this day...
So please, forgive me
When I act like a child,
Tear myself down,
Bite my nails,
Pick at my face,
Or even pull out my hair
One at a time...
I'm just trying to dig deep inside
To find my blueprints
So I can piece myself back up
The right way again.
I know it's not healthy
But it's the only thing I know to do
Because I don't know anything
Else that works.
And I know you're
Just trying to help,
But that's not working either.
And yes, I say sorry a lot
But that's because all the pain,
All the torture,
Has led me to believe
That I was always messing up,
Always doing something wrong
In order to receive
So much hate and anger
Led to believe
That being fat and stupid
Were inexcusable traits
For my existence...
So yes, I apologize a lot
And I know why
But I don't know how to stop...
Don't know if I ever will.
So please bear with me for a while
I'm still trying
To piece myself back together
Still trying to get back
To that wild, vibrant, and happy
Girl I used to be
While also trying to be
The strong and independent woman
I know I can be.
I'm trying...
Even if it doesn't show.
Because my battle isn't on the outside
It's within.
Inside these walls
That can barely hold me together
I battle myself day after day
Constantly arguing with
And trying to silence
Every belittling and hateful word
That I'd grown to accept as the norm.
Grown to accept
As a secondary name for my peers
That became more used
Than the real one.
And please forgive me for trading
Possible family time
For spending hours with my friend
Whom I talk to on a daily basis...
He's just easier to talk to
Easier to express my feelings to
Because expressing myself to you
Feels like I'm diminishing the pain
And torture that you've gone through
Because I've been told
Many times in my life that,
"Other people have it worse than you"
Which is why I still feel awkward
When I express to my friend
The problems in my life.
But I always find comfort in his eyes.
Always find tropical islands
And clear blue skies
That I can escape to
Instead of a made up world
Where my outside look is better
But the inside is just as fucked up...
If not worse.
But he understands me,
Every little bit.
And helps me with all the shit
That goes on in my head...
So yes, I'm going to find comfort
In talking to him
And seeing him every day.
So please, hear me out when I say
That I am trying
Harder than it seems...
I'm trying to find a way out
A way to fix myself...
Just bear with me...
I'll get there...
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