Grateful, something I can barely express.

Something hard for me to show.

Even though I’m often grateful I lack of the emotions to show it to the outside.

I’m grateful there is someone who atleast is sometimes just there talking.

I’m grateful that I’ve gotten help, that I’m trying to open up more.

Even when it gets bitter in the end I’m grateful I met him.N.

I’m grateful for the memories passing my brain.

For knowing there was atleast one person once who was able to stand me for a little.

A person that didn’t feel disgust…and just held me.

I’m grateful for his care back then, for the lesson he taught me.

Even if it’s too late now to go back.

I’m grateful for the words he gave me.

I’m grateful for his forgiving and calm side even when my temper reached its peak.

I’m grateful I got 2 and a half years with him.

I’m grateful to know he was the one who brought me out of there.

I’m grateful for the family..their support.

But I never know how to express it.

The bitterness will reach its peak when I’m not able to.

Losing someone because of my bittnerss,

Makes me cramp in pain, tear up and squirm knowing I’m the reason.