Do you ever think of me? Do I ever cross your mind?
Or do you keep my memory buried with other secrets you want to hide?
Do you even know my name or the color of my hair?
In the stillness of your thoughts do you ever find me there?
Do you ever see my face, my blue eyes full of tears?
Or do you not remember me after all these years?
Have you made yourself believe that you shouldn’t feel ashamed?
Have you managed to convince yourself that I’m the one to blame?
Did you know anything about me before I showed up there that night?
Did you convince yourself I wanted it since I couldn’t put up a fight?
Do you remember how I pushed away and kept reaching for my phone?
Do you remember how you felt once you got me all alone?
Did you realize that you were hurting me? Did you look into my eyes?
Did you know you left me broken with bruises on my thighs?
Do you ever think about me and the night that we first met?
For so long I prayed each night that I could just forget.
I used to feel such anger, resentment, and such shame.
In just one night you changed me and I’ve never been the same.
I was left with broken pieces of the girl I thought I knew.
What made me the type of person someone could do this to?
I questioned everything about myself and couldn’t find the answer.
Did you know anything about me? That I had just lost my mom to cancer?
Did you know that I was a daughter, a sister, and a friend?
Did you know that I cared for my mom right up until the very end?
Did you know that I volunteered and worked with little kids?
Did you know I got good grades in school? Would it matter if you did?
Did you know I worked full time caring for the old?
Or did you just choose to believe whatever lies about me you’d been told?
I used to have such hate for you and what you did to me.
I used to wish bad things for you. I wished that you could see,
that one night changed my path and led me to a dark and scary place.
Until I finally had enough and wiped my own tears from my face.
I realized you were wrong. I was strong and that I mattered.
I worked hard to put back together all my pieces that had shattered.
I rose up from the ashes stronger and ready for the fight.
I fought to make a better life. I fought to make it right.
Now I’m all grown up with a husband and a son.
I’ll fight to teach him better than to do the things you’ve done.
I’ve fought to make a life I’m proud to call my own.
I’ve fought to show the world more love than what to me you showed.
I’m proud of who I am, of the woman I’ve become.
I’m proud that when I think of you I no longer become numb.
I’m proud of everything I’ve been through and that I made it here at last.
So now I must forgive you and leave you in the past.
I hope that you are doing well. I hope you changed your ways.
I hope you find love and happiness and friendship in your days.
I hope that you are better than your secrets that you hide.
I hope you remember all of this, if I ever cross your mind.

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