I am twenty-three.
But I feel like my life stopped when I was seventeen.
Or even worse when I was much younger.

The people who hurt me
Seem to forget what they had done.

While I am staying there.
At that moment.
For a long, long time.

And maybe
I will never leave at all.

Is it my fault?
Do you think it was my fault too?
Do you think I am the one to blame?
For everything that happened to me?

Is it the consequence
Of the recklessness.
Or there is no one else to blame?

So, you blamed me.

But I was a child.
How could you?
How dare you?
Did that to me?

People were cruel and
No one was there to save me,
Cared for me,
Or loved me.

Seventeen feels like yesterday.
It was the hardest time in my life.
The time that I thought that
End up in Acheron.
End up in the river of the woe.
Is greater than living.

I will not say that time will heal
All your wounds and traumas.

But some day,
You are going to live with it
Eventually.

With a calming heart and gentle soul.
That was breaking beyond repair.

Or with the rage that you never show.
Or the wrong they did that you will never
Forgive.

Life is just the way it is.
You cannot change what is done.
You cannot change how people treated you.
You cannot change how you felt.
Neither do I.

Aren’t we the strongest in
Our family.

My sweet little girl.
Who has been lonely
For her whole life.

You are not what they say.
You are not how people treat you.
You were a child.

Happy Birthday to us,
My beloved friend.