i have been told time and time again
that forgiveness is a virtue
i have watched them debate over my agony
like its just some concept
rather than me
rather than my whole life
and i know that they don't take me seriously
that my fear does not seem viable to them
that they still are not getting the point
i don't care about forgiving
whether i do or do not doesn't matter
what matters is that i am so full
of anger and fear and sadness
that i do not have room
to contemplate forgiveness and it's virtues
to contemplate whether it will eat me or not
all i know is now is not the time
to accept apologies and penance
to let im sorry's manipulate me into silence
i will not be manipulated into silence
not for the millionth time
i will not let him
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wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
