Feb 2014
Dear Bully,
Why did you hurt me? What did I do? Why did you choose me? Did I do something to you? I guess I'll never understand, things that ran through your mind, your plan. I was a weak and vulnerable little child. My innocence had already been tampered with, but when you hurt me, you just went wild. Nothing was sacred, nothing was off limits. Wherever your hands traveled was where your imagination went. The first time you hurt me, you killed that little girl inside. I was slowly dying a painful death, right in front of your eyes. You shot and killed my innocence and I've been a different person ever since. You taught me how to pretend. You taught me how to live through the hurt and the pain, instead of making it end, instead of trying to block the rain. You taught me how to hide who I used to be. You taught me that it was wrong to be okay being me. You taught me how to play my teachers, and my so called friends. Long story short, you turned me into a real bad chick. You made me someone very mean. You took away the twinkling in my eyes, my gleam. I used to a bright and beautiful soul, but you stole my light and turned me very cold. You forced me to prove my sexuality to a guy on the bathroom floor. I sold myself and my personality to become a “five minute bathroom *****”. I did anything to prove to myself that I was nothing like you. Turns out that's what happened anyway, no matter how much I tried to be your exact opposite every freaking day. Its taken me years and a flash of reality for me realize that you and me are the same. Well, except for our choices on sexuality. All the things you have done, I forgive you like Jesus the Son. Guess, I'll never understand your sick and twisted plans. But Im a Christian. To forgive is to be forgiven. I don't harbor any anger. I don't harbor any hate. But that little girl you injured and shamed, she is no longer the same. She is brave and she has risen above. She has someone in her life who wont hurt her. She found Jesus, the one who showed her real love. You are not my enemy. You are not my friend. I hope you find Jesus. Someone hurt you deep within. God will take it away, but you gotta take it day by day. Trust Christ and He'll make it alright.
Your Victim,
Scratch That!!
Your SURVIVOR!
Why did you hurt me? What did I do? Why did you choose me? Did I do something to you? I guess I'll never understand, things that ran through your mind, your plan. I was a weak and vulnerable little child. My innocence had already been tampered with, but when you hurt me, you just went wild. Nothing was sacred, nothing was off limits. Wherever your hands traveled was where your imagination went. The first time you hurt me, you killed that little girl inside. I was slowly dying a painful death, right in front of your eyes. You shot and killed my innocence and I've been a different person ever since. You taught me how to pretend. You taught me how to live through the hurt and the pain, instead of making it end, instead of trying to block the rain. You taught me how to hide who I used to be. You taught me that it was wrong to be okay being me. You taught me how to play my teachers, and my so called friends. Long story short, you turned me into a real bad chick. You made me someone very mean. You took away the twinkling in my eyes, my gleam. I used to a bright and beautiful soul, but you stole my light and turned me very cold. You forced me to prove my sexuality to a guy on the bathroom floor. I sold myself and my personality to become a “five minute bathroom *****”. I did anything to prove to myself that I was nothing like you. Turns out that's what happened anyway, no matter how much I tried to be your exact opposite every freaking day. Its taken me years and a flash of reality for me realize that you and me are the same. Well, except for our choices on sexuality. All the things you have done, I forgive you like Jesus the Son. Guess, I'll never understand your sick and twisted plans. But Im a Christian. To forgive is to be forgiven. I don't harbor any anger. I don't harbor any hate. But that little girl you injured and shamed, she is no longer the same. She is brave and she has risen above. She has someone in her life who wont hurt her. She found Jesus, the one who showed her real love. You are not my enemy. You are not my friend. I hope you find Jesus. Someone hurt you deep within. God will take it away, but you gotta take it day by day. Trust Christ and He'll make it alright.
Your Victim,
Scratch That!!
Your SURVIVOR!
