window pane (pain)

tears falling through the pain. rain falling down the pane.

mirror

you and I. hurt by Them.

chains

they chained her.

Loki

They were dying and living and dying and living.

Hidden Sensitivities

I’ve protected and locked myself up at the same time.

Destination

The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.

grief

there’s no one to hear you.

butter

You melt like butter before people who hurt you.

barren lands

where life used to flourish, there is only barren rock.

lost

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?