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?
the push and pull of happiness and sadness rips me apart from the inside.
a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
and Hope with her innocence wings flew away, away.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
love doesn’t come easy.