It was 8^th grade,

I hope this memory will soon fade.

One word. A shot in the dark—

Yeah, I’d say you left a mark.

Like a bullet piercing through all I ever knew.

If only you even had a clue.

 

The way you left me broken—Broken my heart

Scattered and shredded like some form of art—

But that wasn’t the end—no. it wasn’t the end.

Because such things are not easy to mend

There was no escape

To me it felt like emotional rape

I couldn’t escape you, but I carried the pain

Carried it all the way to senior year driving myself insane

I thought this was the worst thing

 

And though I could barely see,

And though I could barely breathe,

And though English was not my favorite subject, I looked to my teacher.

For advice, for guidance, for attention even, just someone who was near.

Something—anything to help me fight.

And I kept on running—running towards the flickering light

And yes, a few more people tripped me along the way.

And yes, I crashed—more than once—I’ll admit that today.

But listen here, cause I won’t repeat it

There is no way I will leave here defeated.