I wish

I wish you could see what you are doing, how with each decision, each choice. You are either making or breaking a piece of your future.

I wish my story could be a warning for what you shouldn’t do, take my pain and make sure that it doesn’t become yours.

I wish I could grab you, shake you and simply scream.

“Stop what the fuck you are doing. You are so much better & smarter than what this is.”

But I can’t.

Regardless what I say or what I do, you have already made your mind up. You’ve made that choice to break a piece before you cared to think about the options.

And who am I to judge you for that?

Was I not exactly in your shoes only six months ago?

Would someone telling me no, someone shaking me and begging me to stop.. would it have changed my choice?

No.

Because I too had already made my mind up before thinking about it.

Unfortunately, I know I’ll cry over you. I’ll dream & be angry. I’ll pray & hope that you don’t go through what I did, if not more.

They’ll break you. Take your innocence, your kindness and everything wonderful about you away.

And all I can do is love you.

I’ll always love you, even when they break ya kid.

And when you are where I was, I’ll be standing there holding your hand ready to pick back up your pieces.

I love you.