To the ones who said they'd be there, no matter what
To the ones who said they'll face anything, everything together,
to the times they couldn't handle your fire,
to the times they quit even before they tried

they swore, they said they wouldn't break you,
when all's said and done,
who was the one really there to pick up the pieces?
who was there in the end, who'd take a blow, two, three blows steadfastly by your side?

I would forgive, I would understand, but I won't forget.
These scars, these lessons. Etched permanently in the recesses of my mind,
pulling me back to reality, perhaps it was what I always needed.
If so, then thank you. I grew.