What hurts me the most

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What hurts me the  most

Poem by: Shawna

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Submitted: February 03, 2012

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I lie awake thinking of my past. I toss and turn because i have dreams about what happened. I try to think of ways to be a better person. I don't know why i even worry, cause i can't

change what happened to me. I know what hurts me the most and i try to avoid it. I can't even go anywhere without being reminded that i was a victim. I'm not longer going to let my

past control me. If you live in the past then you will miss the present and the future, and then your life will be over. I might as well move on. You always said "I wasn't good enough, "I

was nothing", but i was something for you to use and throw away like garbage. I will be something in life. and you will be in my shoes. you will be the one sitting here writting this

letter to someone you know that will never read it. What hurts the most is knowing you my father.

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