I'm Sorry

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry for how hard 6th, 7th, and 8th grade was for you. You were bullied by upperclassmen, classmates,... your own friends.

I'm sorry that when you made plans with those "friends" that they would stand you up, all the time always canceling at the last minute.

I'm sorry that those same "friends" that stood you up... used you when they had a problem. You were only there just to be the "shoulder to cry on."

I'm sorry they didn't do the same for you.

I'm sorry that you couldn't turn to your family for help. Mom works late, don't bother her, just let her sleep. Big Brother is going through his own struggle, but he won't understand. Dad was always busy, and he doesn't want to deal with you either. He never liked it when you were upset.

I'm sorry that all through high school you forced yourself to bottle up and hide your emotions like a dirty secret.

I'm sorry college wasn't the fresh start you wanted to be. Everything and everyone made you so afraid, that it forced you to hide away.

I'm sorry that every guy you've ever liked, every boy you've ever trusted made you feel like your nothing.

I'm sorry about the scars they lift behind on your mind, body, and soul.

I am so sorry that your screams for help went unheard. You were left alone, apart of you stolen lift to be the victim that only some believe.

I am so sorry that all of that pain has left you depressed, I'm sorry that all those tears left you with anxiety. I'm sorry his touch left you with PTSD.

I'm sorry for all that you've been through.

But thank you...

Thank you for all you've helped me gain.

Thank you for trying your hardest, thank you for never letting failure stop you.

Thank you for finding real love, support and never being afraid of the truth.

Thank you for finding courage in yourself and finding the strength to keep going.