9 Days Shy
I deserved it,
I was in more control than I’d like to admit
I told people it was okay,
that I wanted it.
But why does it feel like he took something?
Why does it hurt me to think about?
I couldn’t give him anything worth while,
so in order for me to be loved I needed to give him this part of me
I told myself it was no big deal,
I convinced myself of that.
When we went up the hill I got sick
I wanted to turn and run.
But it was too late
I thought words would do me good.
All the no’s in the world could not get through,
So I just accepted my fate.
I was too young to realize the wound I had.
I was good at pretending and lying
Told other’s I was happy.
Told myself I was happy.
Sometimes I let the hurt through,
And wonder why I subjected myself to this.
I blame myself,
then I’m angry for blaming myself
I reached out but was just met with conflictions.
No one wants to understand the scars I’m left with.
No one wants to accept how they got there.
So I must be mistaken then,
Because how could people not see the scars if they were really there?