I wanted to write a post about how I felt, about what happened when I was younger and how YOU brought it up yesterday, But it wont come. Maybe it will later, who knows. But for now know this…
Just because I try not to talk about it That doesn't mean that I'm over it, That I feel better, Or that I'm ever going to be okay with it. It just means that I am trying to move on… Move on from something that hurt more than anything else in my life and that will always hurt.
I don’t need your preaching I just need support. Support that should only go to me not to him. No, I will not be proud of him or the “changes” he makes. Because HE took from me my innocents and I wasn’t the only one. Okay?
I wasn’t the only one.