The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
Inspire me
To push at the sorrow
A little bit more.
With each day
I feel a little bit
Less weak.
Not stronger
But perhaps
A little bit less weak.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
falling...
a good day
fun and silly
almost happy
then the whispers
falling...
I laugh and run
with gay abandon
chasing dreams
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