i couldn't keep it in anymore
i had seen him,
and that was enough.
my tears left traces
of pain on my cheeks.
he reminded me of so much;
the things he had done,
i let them consume me.
i was so worried
my story was fake, made up
like it happened because
i wanted attention, or
i deserved it.
guilt ran through me as
the others consoled me.
one girl stood alone,
face full of malice and envy.
i tried to apologize
with my eyes
but i can't be truly sorry
until i move forward
from what hurt me.
silently,
i hoped she knew
the pain i inflicted upon others
was not their fault
i wish he never hurt me.
BINABASA MO ANG
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Poetrybased on a true story from my life TW: abstract mentions of abuse and s_xual assault moral of the story? hurt people hurt people, but that doesn't have to be the case. wishing things were different. i'm girl #2.
