I don’t know what to do anymore.
Seen a lot of pain and grief.
All in the time since I’ve turned Seventeen.
I still feel like a child inside.
Crying out
Wondering why
How people could do such terrible things?
Not caring if their children are in the room.
The children then become emotionally scarred.
Because of someone they were supposed to be able to put their trust in.
Scared to become close to someone who is safe.
Someone who can protect them from all they’ve had to endure.
But I wouldn’t call these people broken or beaten.
I’d call them survivors and champions.
These people that have seen and heard the most terrible things.
Have made it out and are thriving.
Some go and become millionaires of their own companies
Some go get married and have a family of their own,
But what I have to say is I am not one of these people.
I’m still stuck in my emotional rut I was in at the beginning of this text.
All I have to say is, I’m Done.