Something happened to me in the past, something horrible and painful and I know what happened, happened already but I keep looking for who to blame,
Because maybe if I had someone to blame I'd be able to move on,
Just maybe, I'd be able to speak, open my mouth and speak, not just write words down like my mouth was sewn shut but say them, shout them out so the world knows I'm hurting,
But even with someone to blame, I'm stuck in the past like two broken pieces glued together,
And when people look at me and say you're so mature at such a young age, it's not something I'm proud of because I never got the chance to be a child.
~ Robyn ~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
