Once upon a time there was a boy. He was fragile boy. He cried a lot.. scared easy.. bullied.. beaten..
His parents loved him and tried to protect him as much as possible. As he got older he began to hide his pains. He realized that his problems weren’t as big as the ones around him. Finances were hard. We always just got by. He realized that life is all about just getting by. He learned what he needed to learn to get by. He did a lot of things he grew up to regret. He became very angry. Angry with his family and friends. He became a lost angry teenager. He became the bully. He made people cry. High school was impossible.. the more he got picked on the more he picked on others. And this guy got away with everything!! He was invincible! Never in trouble at school and no one questioned him at home. He got mixed up with a lot of bad things in college. Screwed up a lot. But one thing he always appreciated was time alone. He would take time alone to pray, to forgive himself. To seek guidance and forgiveness. To try and refresh and start over. He will cry out to God. Hed ask for hope and peace. Now this boy is a man. A man that has some good days and some bad. A man that gets lost easy. But loves greatly.. I’m that man today.. as I sit alone. I get lost I no longer find it easy to refresh myself I get lost in my thoughts and only think of how many people I’ve hurt. I think of all of the times I’ve been hurt. I think of all the times I’ve hurt myself. I can’t handle being alone. It scares me. I wanna be the little boy that likes being alone the teen that used it as a fresh start. Not the man that’s afraid to close my eyes