Monday, September 5, 2011

You, With Your Words Like Knives . . .

I know.

I know that while I was at my lowest, you didn't really support me.

I know that while I was in a ball, curled and crying on the floor, you complained about helping me.

I know that while I was just a shell of my former self you talked about me behind my back.

I know that you helped me. I know that.

But I also know that you were bitching about me the entire time.

I know that this is my secret to carry.

Awe.some.

I know that with God's help I will forgive.

But I also know that I know the truth.

Good to know.