The Year I Know...

January came and went after thirty-one days,
I started to listen to more metal, but that was just a phase
or at least I thought it,
My conscience, I fought it.

February, I opened the wounds that I held so deep,
It was a secret I learned to deal with, it was something I thought to keep
all to myself,
But, I was in hell,
Then it got worse.

March, I was dealing with dressing the wounds that bled
a deep blood that was a painfully raging red,
I thought I could hide it all to myself,
But, the pain that I felt,
Was all too real.

April, I celebrated my birthday on a Sunday,
For once, I thought to myself I had a fun day,
Alas, it was only twenty-four hours,
I held in my hands this sacred power,
I lost it soon enough.

May, I celebrated my confirmation,
It was a force-feed, not a recommendation,
Maybe I didn’t take it seriously cause there was this girl,
I wanted her to be part of my world,
She left me.

June, my suffering came out and was full of power,
I reached what I thought was going to be my final hour,
I wanted to give in, I wanted to give up,
Instead, I had faith, I looked up,
I had to get it out.

July, I met another girl whom I still hold close,
She’s special and she’s different than most,
I also told my parents the secret that I kept,
My Dad like a wall, my mom wept,
But, it was released.

August, it was the first official month of my recovery,
To be honest, I lost a little part of me,
It was gone without a trace,
I had to face him face to face,
I wanted to punch him.

September,
month to remember,
I began my last year in high school,
It was hard and painfully uncool,
No one really knew why.

October, I almost gave up again,
Then, with a push from my friend,
I kept going and I wanted to,
I want to say “Thank you,”
I also joined this place called Redbubble.

November was an all right month,
At least till Thanksgiving,
When I faced him, forgiving
myself was hard to obtain,
I was going insane.

December began with a punch,
I had belief and I had a hunch,
That it would turn out all right,
It did, but left like a shadow in the night,
That was my year.

The Year I Know...

Misunderstood24

Albany, United States

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