It Gets Better

You can't make me cry anymore.

Better things have stopped the internal war.

No matter  how hard you try,

Another tear, I will not cry.

You have bruised me long enough

To make yourself feel tough.

The scars I cannot heal

The pain was just too real.

But now I have the courage

To build a better bridge,

To a life of happiness.

Your abuse I will not miss.

I wish you could be a father,

But you never thought to bother

Making me feel worth it.

Abuse apparently seemed fit.

I will never understand

Why these things make you feel like a man

Or what it's like to have a normal childhood.

But if I were offered to take one, I don't think I would.

Because in ways I am stronger than I ever could have been

With all the horrors I have seen,

I have become immune.

Screaming became a tune

Replaying in my head,

Making me wish I was dead,

Until I was about to break

But then I was awake

And could see,

That it's not only me,

And that no matter the weather,

It gets better.

 

May7, 2011