To those who knew me....

To those who knew me when I was too young to talk and too fragile to walk, who's expectations were certainly not met by that very young girl.

To those who knew me, when I was playing in the woods, or hiding in my room, battered by anxiety. My mind wont have healed.

To those who knew me, when I was hating myself, hurting myself to try to get rid of the hate that plagued my mind. The scars wont fade.

To those who knew me, when hiding behind religion and therapy was the only way to feel centered, I neglected them.

To those who knew me, when having no place to be and no one to love meant I had no reason to live, i'm still invalidated.

To those who know me, torn and broken wishing for hope, I push to continue.