My little man, grown up before you were ready.
My tiny one, made to see things you shouldn't have.
My great hero, tought to believe that love was pain.
All of it was lies, you know.
You shouldn't have taken all that pain.
You shouldn't have kept a secret that wasn't yours.
You shouldn't have taken the blame for all of that.
You still try to make up for lost time, my tiny one.
Reach out and keep me safe when nobody did it for you.
Feel so sad at my anger and hurt, and it's not yours.
Let me worry for you, my little child.
The time lost carried in me.
I shall hold you the way you should've been held.
I shall keep you safe they way others failed.
This misery is not yours to carry, child.
Let the adult share your burden.
You can trust me to love you rightly, strongly.
And NEVER let the bad ones in again.
For Little Scot, my tiny man.
Peace and love,
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies