Now.
Since I was very young I have mistreated you shamelessly.
I let you starve, let you out in the cold, made you bleed.
Called you names, saw you as an insignificant being, I hated you.
To others I was nice but to you? You were different.
You didn't deserve my sympathy.
Always messing everything up and making stupid mistakes, you didn't deserve half of the things and people you had in your life and I felt the need to keep telling you that. You had to understand you were nothing but an entrave to everyone.
You could die for all I cared. - You see this? This is what I did and said every single day.
You must be thinking about the poor girl I bullied all these years for no reason.
About how a disgusting I am and how I could ever treat someone so badly.
Take a look again.
All of those mean and hurtful things, I said to myself. Every day, every minute, every second.
And now I look behind and think how could I and why.
It's weird how life works.
I could never say that to someone else, why do I say it to myself?
Why do you?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Pieces of Me.
Phi Hư CấuHi there, how are you? I hope you're okay. Like the title says, this book is made of pieces of me, sort of like a diary. Each chapter has its topic, message and feeling. I write it as my life goes on, pouring my heart out, mentioning a lot of the...
