Relatable Notes

How many more times can I be pushed, molded, bent, folded or crushed to fit your idea of the world? When I can no longer be controlled, will you keep trying? How many times do you have to force the wrong puzzle piece before you realise it's never going to fit that space. It will never be what you want it to be.  I do not fit. I will never be what you want me to be. I can't be bent any further now that I am broken. You made me this way, but I'm not what you wanted. I fit my own space and it's not for anyone else but me.

To the boy who watched helplessly as his girlfriend died in front of him knowing he couldn't do anything to save her. To the girl who can’t hold down a job. To the man who can’t pay rent for the third week in a row. To the woman who lost her children to a liar. To the boy who had his car taken from him when he couldn’t pay back what he owed. To the girl who gets beaten from sunrise to sunset. To the man who can’t remember how old his daughter is when his cell mate asks about his family. To the woman who is sleeping in a bus stop after walking for days looking for a friends house. To the boy who thinks disrespecting his mum makes him cool. To the girl who brought a woman back to life after trying to commit suicide and was thanked with a broken jaw because she did not want nor need to be saved. To the boy who thought it was a bit of fun and who wishes he listened to them when they warned him how scary and messy it would get. To the girl who shouldn’t have had...