The flash of slaps and fists of rage will forever remain in scars
As words of hate pulse through my veins, I hurt with guilt and shame.
Taking on the blame that was never mine to begin with.
As I internalize theses bottled emotions, I am screaming inside.
Living the life I wished I never had and dealing with the hurt like everyday breath.
The companionship of the four walls I spend my time within finally became surreal.
No affection, no bonding, just my mind to keep me together.
Leaning on my own understanding, I wore the best of me on my shoulder like a protector
Only to find out that my heart was exposed with no surrender.
Assuming this will be my solace but it only made a mess.
I feel like I’m stepping forward while the falling backwards.
Tripping over what I thought was lost, only to find my reality is nothing more than the life I was given.