I. Forgive. You.
You tore me to pieces bit by bit--
Every word a bullet to my soul and you weren't slowing.
You left me bleeding out and as I was gasping for breath,
Crying for help with what little oxygen I had left,
I turned around and there was an oxygen mask.
People with no training rushed in and gave me sanctuary.
A safer sanctuary than the one that nearly killed me.
A safer sanctuary than the one that left me for dead.
A safer family who took me in and hasn't stopped loving me since.