Repressed

They say that "talk is cheap" but I believe that words can be costly.

Words can be vicious. Words can be like knives, and in the wrong hands, twisting in the same wound.

I'll never forget the comment you made under your breath or the way you and your friends made me feel.

I'll never forget when my best friend turned on me or when the first boy I liked introduced me to my dear friend, insecurity.

I'll never forget when I lied awake at night crying; contemplating if life was even worth living.

I wish I could forget a time when my parents were together to make the brokenness of my home feel somewhat... normal.

I wish I could forget the comments you made out of anger because when I'm alone the words echo through my mind like my favorite song.

I wish I could forget the hatred built up inside of me, so that when I look in the mirror I won't hate what I see anymore.

I wish I could forget the time that I let you hurt me because I was afraid of losing you.

When you're young, you're naive—Even if you grew up exposed to the horrors of the real world, you are still in fact naive.

I feel like everybody suffers from depression. I feel like everybody at one point has felt alone in a crowded room and felt nothing but a pit of hopelessness grow in their stomach.

I feel like sometimes people forget the good in life. I feel like people sometimes can't see the good in life.

I don't understand much about life or God's plan

But I do know, that out of all of the things I wish I could forget,

I hope to never forget who I am.