tears falling through the pain. rain falling down the pane.
you and I. hurt by Them.
they chained her.
They were dying and living and dying and living.
I’ve protected and locked myself up at the same time.
The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.
there’s no one to hear you.
You melt like butter before people who hurt you.
where life used to flourish, there is only barren rock.
is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?