Like an apple that has fallen from a tree, my soul is rotting and happiness taken down with me. Deep in the emotions of my misery are the feelings that cant ever be set free. You could say others have had it worse than me, but until you take a few steps in these worn out, pair the burdens Ive carried, only then can you unravel my pain. If only to stumble on shards of glass, only then to empathize the pain that I have. The scars always there never to vanish, never to be repaired, only examined. The physical pain may have vanquished, but the emotional pain will always lay stagnant in my mind, always to remind me of my broken home. The pain I endured through my childhood made permanent cracks in the building blocks of my foundation. Leaving the ones whove moved into my life to mend the cracks with their love, to suffer the sometimes bitterness that was left behind, forever in my mind.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 00:40:28 +0000
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