I am From

I am from the smell for freshly cut posies
To the hurtful words that were spoken

Form having him being nice in the beginning
To being stupid enough to believe his lies

From his harsh language
To being yelled at

Form thinking that he was a good guy
To finally knowing that he is a pretender

From his "ready to hit" fists that were always there as a warning
To not having any of my friends there to help me

Form the days in school when i would get it bad
To always being depressed and sad

From all the scars and bruises and pain
To never being hit again

I only have one person to thank for taking all of my pain away
that's why I'm writing this to say thank you Trevor from the bottom of my heart