I don't know how to communicate my feelings to you.
So I pour out my soul in these pages.
Stained with my tears.
My writing shows pain and hurt.
Sorrow and longing.
Anger and despair.
Confusion and loneliness.
But inside I feel nothing...
There was a time when love and joy were present.
But they were ripped out by those closest to me.
The ones I let in.
The ones that told me they loved me the most.
The one I gave my heart to.