As the years have past and I have grown older. I am wise but more scars I bare for the world to see.
I shelter my children from the reality of world but my history haunts me .
As each day passes my faith in humanity is lost .there is no light any more there's a darkness that grows with the knowledge takes the innocence I once held is gone.
No more do I believe in love and hope nor in a higher power .
I once had faith in people that there was good in people no matter how badly the had wronged I still had the faith there was good in side some where.
I had all ways tried to be good, helpful, loving and always gave the benefit of the doubt . People say these are great traits to have .In my experience it has made me a doormat .My beliefs crushed in to a million pieces .As the lies and deception begin to emerge , clouds of disbelief and uncertainty are rolling in.
I am a grown woman with a child in side who longs for normality a family. I believe in fairies and Magic well I believed now the child in side me dyes as the innocence has been broken the hope gone. What is left a women. A broken, twisted, empty and lost shell of a person.
