When I was little, I just wanted to be something.
I wanted to be a firefighter like my Grandfather.
I wanted to be a doctor like my cousin.
I wanted to be successful with money in my pocket
and a home to return to at the end of the day.
But then the abuse happened.
I couldn’t see myself anymore doing anything
because the pain was just too much.
I found I could get temporary relief,
if I just took one more hit from the pipe.
The only thing I wanted to do was run.
I wanted to run as far away as I could
But then I ran too far and I couldn’t come back.
When I was little, I only wanted to be loved.
I can’t even be that any more.
It was an accident. I didn’t mean to do it.
But it happened and I can’t come back any more.
If I could tell you one thing,
I’d tell you to love yourself before it’s too late.
I couldn’t. You can.
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