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I Was Innocent. (7)

A reflective poem.

By Oliver JohnsonPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
I Was Innocent. (7)
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I was innocent.

I was young.

You took that from me in a moment

But left me with a wound

A wound that still stings today.

It scabbed over but never really healed.

So often I want to hurt you the way you hurt me,

To leave you with the scars you left me with.

But then I remember,

I don’t even know you

To you I must’ve just been some kid,

But to me you were the one who taught me so much;

The one that taught me what hatred is,

The one who taught me what true fear feels like,

The one who taught me how to hide my pain so well,

The one who taught me how to lie away the memories.

You are the reason I feel guilt for things that aren’t my fault,

And you are the one who haunts me when I need to sleep.

I pray, for your sake, we never cross paths again,

Because no matter how long it is from that day,

I will never forgive you for what you made me.

sad poetry

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Oliver Johnson

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