My storyI was told to share my storyMy story by akihikoXmitsuru
A story of happiness,
A story of friendship,
A story of love,
I told them I had a problem with this.
To tell my story I need memories,
Memories of happiness,
Memories of friendship,
Memories of love.
When I look back in my memories,
I don't see any of these things,
There are memories of depression,
Memories of bullying,
Memories of abuse and rape.
My story is not one many want to know,
My story is one that sits undiscovered
My story is one that doesn't get talked about as much as it should.
My story is one of harm,
Physical, mental and emotional.
Harm brought on by “loved” ones,
And more importantly by myself.
My story is NOT one of happiness,
My story is NOT one of confidence,
My story is NOT one of love
My story is NOT one that people want to hear,
But one they want to ignore.
My story IS however my story.
My story IS my life,
Not a fantasy.
My story IS what I have had to liv
ConfusionHer eyes are one he’ll never forget,Confusion by akihikoXmitsuru
His contrasted her confusion with regret.
His bags in the trunk, his hand on the handle,
When she ran out with nothing but a toy and a candle.
Her tears and cries of Daddy “please stay,”
Haunt his mind both night and day.
And now he wishes he had stayed to try,
‘Cause then he never would have seen his little girl cry.