Tough Enough

I was never meant to hurt another

I was an old soul in a squishy fat body, I never felt comfortable in

I took the verbal and physical abuse cause standing up for myself only brought more tormenting

Then one day, it happened...

that innocent child was gagged & bound, kidnapped and buried deep inside a callous heart (veins coursing with fiery rage and silent pain) to die or be forgotten about

In her place, rose a deaf and mute contorted mesh of man's sin...a nameless monster,

all consuming

I said I'd never hurt those I cared about

that promise was broken many times (like my essence)

And the roads I staggered down turned red

blood on my mind, blood on my hands

I was never meant to hurt anyone, 

I was never meant to be so hateful to myself either, yet I did & was...

Fast forward 

I've got my inner child back & have breathed life back into her heart

We are not what happened or what I did to survive

I am that gentle old soul in my own skin (where most days now, I'm comfortable in)

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