inner pain
There’s no words to tell of the near unbearable pain my soul carries. Broken from the world’s mortal blows, I somehow manage to pick my injured body up and continue on. I lie in contemplation often thinking of things possibly never to be and things that may cause my demise. I led a meek personality, while underneath it is a sadistic monster wanting to run free. It’s indeed difficult to pull myself through inner and outer conflict…

I wait for the day all the hurt and sadness will be lifted from me. I’ve never lost hope in that since the torment began. I rebuild my spirit after it has been trampled nearly to death. Despite the many stitches and wounds in it; I still hold it close…

I also carry young ones like myself on my shoulders. Being their mentor and helping them so they won’t have to face what I did. As strong as I may seem, things often get to me. I spend nights crying; hoping for it to all be over soon…