Poem -

This Note Is For You

This Note Is For You

"I've always dreamed of my own sailboat,
going without a destination and into the sea
fear dripped into the waves
as I realize
this is my reality.

when the waves would take me
The sailboat guiding me
in a world i dont belong 
I'd finally be free
to prove them all wrong.

I hoped that someday something I wrote would help another
that this note
would surely and safely reach you."

The Bruises on my wrists
Chains around my heart
My wings weighed down
Her fingers wrapped into a fist
The anger in his eyes
As i fall onto the  ground
It isn't something i can control
"please,
let go,
have sympathy for that little girl's childhood you stole"

I don't hold it against you
But if you were i
And i was you
I wouldn't look the other way
I wouldn't let you live alone
Id hold you up
As long as you'd let me stay.
You could've been my lifeline
You could've been the one
who knew
Everytime i said i was fine
You could've been by my side
The one i needed
But i understand.

Even now I see the pain whenever i walk to the same place
The place i grew up
But it wasn't my home
It wasn't my family
Whenever i see you
In That old playground
You look at me with pity and regret
But,
I never blamed you.
I know i wasn't wanted
I know nothing could have changed that
I blame myself .
But There's one thing i had always wanted to ask you,

If i had hurt you the way you hurt me
If i insulted you
If i had hit you with the same anger
If i had kicked you to the ground
Would you say that I've finally won?

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