I can't do this anymore. I'm done. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Please.

This poem is dedicated to my young brother who I wish I could protect

I'm sorry little brother

I'm sorry.

I love you little brother.

You were the answer to my questions.

The smile to my joy.

The tears to my sadness

Your sister wasn't powerful.

Or brave.

Your sister wasnt the big sister we always imagined..

It wasn't the sister the world imagined.

But your sister loves you.

I love you.

And I know ..

In a home when we had already left everyone's hearts...

Where we were left to fight for ourselves.

Our peace and serenity vanished.

But I am here with you little brother.

You can take my love.

I know to the world..

We seem helpless..

Just like normal brothers and sisters...

But to me ...

We are like best friends.

And I promise...

I won't let anything in the world hurt you.

Even if it means my life.

I love you little brother.

You were the motivation for my existence.

I love you.

I want to hold on to you tight.

Hug and you be with you.

Hold you close to my heart

Just where we belong.

Our heart is our home.

It's where kindness and love can come from.

Our real home is not a home .

It's just a house.

With no family.

But me and you.

Little brother ....

You may not understand your sister when your only 10.

But I will get us out of here.

Don't fear

We conquer the world together.

No one can seperate us ever.

I love you little brother.

Never forget..

How much we did to fight for each other.

I will keep fighting for you.

And I'm sure when you grow up...

We will fight for each other.

And love each other.

Just like brothers and sisters are meant to be.

I'll teach you the way of the world.

And you teach me your way.

And your sister...

She is a conqueror of the world

She is your protector.

She will never let you down.

I will never.

And we will teach the world who we really are.

We will rise afar.

We will build a world together...

We never imagined.

Only.

Together .

The 2 of us.

I love you little brother.

Bunny 🐇

Tw/abuse

Do it - Poem by @amiablebunny4016

Mom....?

Dad...?

One day you said..

That whatever happens..

You would protect me.

That apperantly you loved me.

But then you did the same thing you didn't want.

Do it...

Do it please.

Scream at me mom.

Tell me to die. Dad just say it.

Strangle me.

Beat me up.

Light a lighter and try burn me.

Call me names.

Swear at me.

Just do it.

Do it again.

One more time..

Please.

And then..

Make me stand in front of that stupid mirror.

And make me say everything again.

Make me say I'm worthless

But next time when you make me stand there...

Look into the mirror.

And look into your reflection.

Look at yourself.

Are you proud of yourself?

For all this.

Look at me...

I'm a child.

I have love.

I have love for you

I need you.

Your the only people I need right now.

But you can't be there.

And it's just not fair

Seems like it will always be...

The way you wanted it to be.

And nothing is up to me.

Love,

Bunny

Stories by @amiablebunny4016

"We were born to tell stories that were never meant to be told"

Our story is our shadow, following us everywhere we go.

Our people, friends, family are our heart, our thoughts are what society taught us to be the best.

Our faith, is what we believe in, what we rely on, what we scream and bang our heads on most of our lives. Ask for the pain to stop. For everything to end.

Our life is what we breathe and fight for, to breathe is to live, but to really live is to breathe gracefully in joy and happiness. To twist our souls and hearts to consume kindness and love and to devour and defeat hatred.

The cloth that blinds our eyes into hatred and doubt. Doubt and hatred can be so dangerous, it can lead to blame.And so we fight each other for the things we need or want.

Our love becomes hates. Our hate becomes love. And slowly... slowly we cant find love for ourselves because we are devoured by self-hate. Because often hating others takes us to the wrong direction of self hate.

Our actions are our sins, and our actions can be what we put effort into being. Doing. Doing what we were meant to do. Not what everyone else told us to do.

Yet we follow. Follow the beauty standards, follow the standards that were set. By people. By people who thought beauty had limits.

That beauty had to be a different faith than ugly?

But what was ugly?

and what was beautiful?

what were we?

There is also an quote that said:

"No one is born ugly. The problem is we are born in a judgemental society".

Let me tell you something that shall stay with you forever.

We are neither ugly or beautiful.

We are who we shall be and who we were born to be.

I was scrolling and I found a quote that I so hugely admire.

It stated "Do you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?" .

Of course we don't.

Because the minute we are born..

We are told whats right and whats wrong.

What not, and what we shall do.

What to be and what not to be.

Who are we?

And so we hide from the world, hide from the world up and above, hide from the world under the ground, hide from the world left and right.

And fear instantly hits so hard.

And it hurts so bad.

Hurts too bad.

Beauty wasn't the only problem in the world.

But I grew up......

Being told to only care about the problems that were in my control.

To care about myself.

Because everyone leaves us.

But now that I care so much.

I can't let go.

Bunny

tagging some beautiful people who have been here with me:

@YourCaringConfidant @Sunisshiningandsoareyou @Jefferythebunny319 @shinequeen001 @TabbyCat97

To those who replied to my poem and to those who have been part to me and of course everyone part of this 7cups family. I graciously thank you for your kindness and I'm wishing you all the happiness in the world ❤️may you live in peace and serenity.

You all have made such a big difference to my life sometimes I can't tell you. Other times I just want to reply to every single comment with all my love in the world. ❤️

Do you know? They used to say that kindness was part of the stars. The stars we truly can be. That hatred darkens the skies but the power of our world is so great, that stars were brought it. I am an admirer or the world. Of the universe. The true beauty we can add. And do you know? There are billions of stars .. so much to count. Now I think... Those stars are not only representing our true beautiful light... But our inner strength and responsibility.. to have faith in such big powers.. to such a beautiful world.

And so, these stars aren't there to represent 'us'. They are there to represent our true inner kindness and love. And I whole heartedly believe in this idea. Even tho I don't know the powers of nature and why exactly they are there, I love the way life comes and goes and how these stars give me hope.

And so your a blessing to the world. We all are. Thank you for all your kindness and love. ❤️

Bunny 🐰

For any late replies:

I am sort of in a healing process which means I can't get back to my poems recently. Im doing all i can to distract myself. Love you all❤️stay safe. I will be back soon.

Love,

Bunny

"You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not its clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should" Max Ehrmann