What happened to love?

Real, open doors, kiss your cheek, hold your hand love.

I grew up at 10. I knew I never wanted that. The bruises, the tears, the constant train of police

rushing through, other children leaving you out. What makes someone love you, see your worth?

What do you do when everyone that comes into your life, quickly leaves and the only ones that stay

are the demons on your back? Trying to darken you, like them.

I've grown cold, not dying, not angry. Just hardened to the world, to my world.

I've learned to replace my lonliness and sadness with

a smile, my wall. I wonder when is it my turn?

The jealousy, the lying, the games. These are not just actions, these are people I've left behind.

Alone in the world, no one breaking through my barrier. You can not hurt what you can not reach.

Am I happy now? Yes. Am I loved? Not by another person. What is it like to hold the power

to walk away, you ask?

No one to beat me down and tell me I'm worthless, brain dead. No nights

crying myself to sleep because I'm not loved.  Time to myself,

to think, reflect and enjoy what God made me for. I'm the happiest I've ever been but certainly

not the happiest I know I'll be.

It's simply.... quiet.

Where does love exist?

Inside of me.