I hold onto things that have hurt me for my whole life.
I hang on to things my sister said to me when I was 8 and I hold on to every wrong Angel has ever done against me.
I hold on to all of the times my mom didn’t believe how much I hurt.
I hold on to all of the times my family has teasingly called me fat.
I hold on to every mean word that has ever been said to me.
I hold on to every heart break.
I don’t know how to forgive, and I certainly don’t know how to forget.
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