Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever sees my soul. Is it as dark as it feels, or does anyone see the light? Look past my eyes. Look past my face. Look past the shape of my body and the clothes that I wear. Now do you see - how broken I truly am? Isnt it true? Men only see whats here before them and not what is hidden in some shadowy corner? And dont the women only see competition or perhaps what I can do for them? I want you to see my soul. Every part of it - even what I cannot show you - makes up my existence. Its so dark and cold in there, even I dont feel at home. These days are too hard to get through. Nothing is done as it should be - the candies we once made together, the late night talks over mint cocoa, the laughter and the jokes - theyre all gone forever, and I dont think I have the strength to go on. How do I find the strength to go on? Everyone abandons me when I need them most. I hate the holidays!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 15:39:30 +0000
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