Dear you,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever it was that made you hate me so much. Or seem to hate me. Is there really any difference, now? I'm sorry for whatever made you hurt so bad you took it out on me. I'm sorry for not being a good kid, for messing up, for getting in the way. You opened my eyes and what I saw blinded me. But at least, for a single moment, I saw. That's more than most people can say.
So I wish I could stay, but I think it's time to go now. My story started with a beating and a scream, and it stops, for you, on a train journey away with a rucksack and a head full of hurt and dreams. Not all stories have a happy ending.
Goodbye.
Love,
Me.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for whatever it was that made you hate me so much. Or seem to hate me. Is there really any difference, now? I'm sorry for whatever made you hurt so bad you took it out on me. I'm sorry for not being a good kid, for messing up, for getting in the way. You opened my eyes and what I saw blinded me. But at least, for a single moment, I saw. That's more than most people can say.
So I wish I could stay, but I think it's time to go now. My story started with a beating and a scream, and it stops, for you, on a train journey away with a rucksack and a head full of hurt and dreams. Not all stories have a happy ending.
Goodbye.
Love,
Me.
2 comments:
Your writing is amazing.
this saddens me so much...but the writing is truly beautiful.
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