
I counted on you.
I leaned on you
to protect me
when things turned
for the worst.
I really believed that
you were the one
person who'd keep me safe.
I really thought that you
would be the one person
who wouldn't bear to
be the reason for my tears.
You taught me to trust.
You showed me the way.
You made me believe
that I could count you,
that I could lean on you,
that I could trust you.
You proved that to me.
Proved.
Past tense.
Little did I know,
after all those years,
you'd wind up hurting me
the most.
To me,
you were an idol..
my own personal superhero.
To you,
I was just a young child
who couldn't see you for
the monster you really were.
You saw a type of innocence in me
and clamped your fist around
it so hard
as you watched it shatter
at your feet.
Was that really all
I was to you;
a piece of paper that
you could just crumple
and toss across the floor?
You were supposed to be
my protector.
I put my life in your hands
just to watch you toss it in
the waste bucket in return.
So,
thank you.
Because of you,
I lost my ability
to trust..
to count on others..
to lean on those close to me..
thank you.
Because of you,
I've never felt more afraid.
About the Creator
'Lissa Stufflestreet
I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
Instagram: stufflestream | Tiktok: stufflestream

Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.