It's You
I didn't realize how hurt it felt. I guess I didn't get the chance to see. Sparing me, scars you. I'm guilty too, I know. I know. It hurt you. It hurts you. A chill runs down your spine at the thought. Look away. It was too ugly for you. The shield wasn't big enough. It never is. I'm surrounded by silence. All you hear are they're voices. The monsters that were meant to hide under your bed. They burst through your doors. Break your walls and cabinets. They don't stay under the bed. Do they follow you? YOU were meant to be taught strength. Do you feel strong? YOU were meant to be hugged. Do you hug yourself in that corner still? YOU were meant to be taught empathy. Do you still yell when it hurts you too? Its emense pressure. The thoughts. The memories. The grief. It wasn't ok. What they did. Looking away, wasn't the answer. It was my fault too. You deserve better than us. But still, you are mine.