Your mind is like a parachute, It doesn't work if it's not open.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses. You decide.

The worst battles we have to fight are between what we know and what we feel.

Sometimes the most important lessons, are the ones we end up learning the hard way.


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Letter to You


Dear X,

You left me for something that obviously meant more to you. You have brought me down so many times I don't even know where to start. I wrote a letter, quite a few. But all of them seemed a little to "nice" to give to you. We were best friends. I remember before the drinking started, and before the smoke that filled our house. We were a happy family, got along most of the time, had our arguments, and then moved on. I remember the times on the farm, with Grandpa and Uncle Jeff. You threw that away, you left it all. Everyone you loved, everything you loved...gone. Why can't you just remember all the great things before you let this...this "thing" take you over, this isn't you. I truly don't know what is anymore. I barely know who I am anymore. You were supposed to be the person I looked up to, not the one I despised. You were supposed to be the person who taught me right for wrong, you did well on the wrong part. You were supposed to be the person I wanted to grow up to be, not the one I want to be anything but.

You raised me with a deep belief of God, we never went to church, but it was there. Me and him right now, let's just say, aren't on such great terms. He took part of my childhood because of who you are. He took part of my family. Mostly he took one of the people I love the most, even though you're still here; you aren't you. The things you say have hurt me, and are things I will never forget. I don't even know where I am anymore, where I belong. I have lost all since of direction. All of the walls around me are crumbling down, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I've cussed, I've screamed, I've fought back. None of it has worked you just keep making the wall between us bigger, as I try and break it down. Home should be a place I want to be, it's not. School should be a place I want to leave, it's not. You should be a person I want to see, your not. I should be the person I want to be, I'm not. Everything I have ever wanted I have never gotten, you are the one who comes between me and my dreams. When I try not to let the things you say bring me down, they do. I try not to show you that I am falling apart, actually I have convinced everyone that I am fine...even myself. My whole life is a lie, because of the choices and decisions you have decided to make. 

I want you back, not his "new" you, but the "old" you. I deserve that. I need that. I need you. I haven't said "I love you" to you in over a year. You saying it to me...I don't even remember.

You yell, and scream. I have convinced myself it's the alcohol talking to me, not you.

I want my life back. You took that. I want my freedom back. You have that. I want a lot of things, I know I will never get.  

I've cried to the point where there is no more tears. I've yelled to the point where there is no more words. But all I want is for you to hear me, and listen, not fight back. You used to say something to me when I was really little, it was something that I never thought truly had a meaning until now. You would say, "Sometimes you have to stand alone to prove that you can still stand", this was a phrase I heard come out of your mouth multiple times. It actually means something to me now. I don't need anyone else to help me make it through my own life. All I need is to be able to stand for what I think is right. That is all I need, no one else's approval, just my own.  

I am a strong person. I have walls, you have helped to build. They have worked to my advantage, and to my disadvantage.  I'm in an "argument" I think, with one of my friends. She is trying to get to me, and I would like to take this time to thank you for helping me build those walls. So that no one can get to me. I would also like to thank you for giving me the ability to have things to say to bring her down, but enough pride to know I have already won, and to just walk away. I would also like to say that since you've helped me build these walls, you can't get to me either, no matter what you say. You have made me the person I am, not perfect, but strong enough to stand on my own two feet. The things you've said got to me, and they cut deep. I am still standing, so you haven't knocked me down...permanently.

There are things I have done I am not proud of, and things you were supposed to teach me. There are things I have ran from because of things you have said. Will I ever apologize for the things I said to you? No. Everything I say I mean, and there is no way I will ever take it back. This was hard to say, seeing that I have never talked about it before in my life. But there are somethings you just needed to hear. I will never talk to you again, I will never apologize, and I will never be sorry for who I am. As much as I know you want to see it all. I have shed enough tears over you and it's time for me to move on. With my life, friends, family, and if you want to be a part of that something you are doing needs to change, and once it does you will realize that I will come around. But right now we are not on the same page, nor do I ever think we will be. But for now I am comfortable with who I am, with where I am, and with where I am going. 

One last thing...I was not good enough for you. Why? That is my only question. Why, did you leave me here, by myself? I will never forgive you for that. You have belittled me, and you never apologized. You don't remember anything that you have said. You were the one person who I looked up to...I will never make that mistake again. 

I'll see you when I see you. 

Morgan 

I ran...


I ran...

From everything

From everyone

I ran...

From life

From love 

I ran...

From friends 

From family

I ran...

For everything I believed in 

For everything I thought was right

I ran...

Because what I had was not what I wanted 

Because what I had was not what I deserved

I ran...

From my life

From my world

I ran...

So that I would have a chance

So that I would be able to live life my own way

I ran...

Because everything eventually ends

Because my ending was anything but perfect

I ran...

Because no one understands

Because no one understood

I ran...

To find my place

To find my home

I ran... 

To realize where I belonged

To dream a different dream

I ran...

Because you haunt me in reality 

Because you haunt me in my dreams 

I ran...

So I wouldn't have to deal with it all

So I ran...

From it all 

Past


It was terror, in a beautiful home. It was yelling and screaming, in the ornate living room. I was six, how was I supposed to know that parents were not supposed to act like that? Or that being beaten was not supposed to happen? What about having my parents putting everything else in their lives ahead of me, that was normal, wasn't it? Well apparently it's illegal.  The beating part at least but almost everything they did could not be healthy. Now I know something is wrong, right? Wrong. Well sort of wrong. I still find it all normal, this is my life. I just have to deal with it, right? Not completely I hope, I just don't want to get my parents in trouble...

It was terror? It was yelling and screaming? What was that supposed to mean? Isn't that what you grew up knowing that was normal, it was your normal. It was a time when everything was wrong because you knew best. You didn't turn your parents in. You didn't tell anyone. You lied, and now this is were you are in the police station being questioned because they pulled you from school wondering why you had so many bruises, and cuts, and broken bones. You didn't want your parents to get in trouble? You didn't know it was wrong? No one else in school looked like you, no one else was dealing with what you had to deal with...and you thought it was normal?

It was terrifying to be honest. Every day when I went to school I had to lie. Not just to my teachers, but to my friends, to my classmates and to everyone else in school. Nothing was normal no other kid was ever asked about their bumps and bruises, no, it was only me. I always wondered why no one else looked like me, or why i was the way I was. But that's who I am...not who I wanted to be...if you think I chose this than you must be insane. If you think I brought this onto myself you have NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! I was abused, beaten, thrown, and no one ever cared. I tried to tell people, it didn't work. No one believes a six year old when they say their parents beat them. But it's true, it happens, it's time for people to step into the real world and realize what is going on. The world, your home, your school. They are not safe little bubbles that you can't get hurt in. They are the real world and it's time to step into it.  

Well you were the one who didn't step up to your teachers and say these are from my mom. You are the one who wanted to keep it from everyone so that no one would get hurt. But the whole time someone was...you. But, you never did anything about it, because it was "normal." Even though you knew it really wasn't you still did nothing...

You are right I didn't pipe up and say my parents beat me. Who would? No one. Not even you, I don't care how big and tough you are you wouldn't either. My entire life was a lie to not only to myself but to everyone around me. And yes I didn't want to tell anyone and yes the whole time I was the one who was getting hurt, but for some reason I was okay with it, because I knew...someday I would be big enough and strong enough to take her down. I wasn't always going to be the one getting hurt, one day I would give her back what she deserves. That's why I am so "tough" even though I really am not. I put on that front that no one can hurt me so that no one would ask me why I was always so afraid of things. This isn't what I asked for and yes it is not "normal" but you know what it's MY normal, and that's why I didn't do anything. You know what this is me and I am okay with that because it's over and you can no longer belittle me for what happened in my past and for the choices I made, because this is my new start...

To laughter in a beautiful home.
To love and hugs in that ornate living room.

It is over now and the choices I made then will affect my future, but you can no longer judge me on my past because it is over, and this right now, right here this...this is my future. Whether I like it or not, it is better than anything I have ever had before and for me that is everything my life needs to be. 

No more terror. No more yelling and screaming. I was six. Now I am fourteen, and it has finally ended, everything is over and here I am, with a clean slate going forward, because I didn't choose my childhood but I can choose everything else that happens.

No one can ever change their past but,
you can always change your future.