Do you know what it feels like to live
in pain? To grow seeds of hope and yet feel the pain again? No matter what you do to cure me, I will always feel the pain. It made its mark on my heart, sadly a mark that will last.
You can't heal me. You're not a healer.
You can't expect that being kind is going to vanish the memories. You can't expect for the memories to erase when the bruises fade.
My life is like a circle. A neverending circle. It spins endlessly. Because there is a cycle. I feel sadness, then pain, then hope, then sadness. I can't stop. No matter what I do, the cycle can't be broken.
Or could it?
YOU ARE READING
No cure. Or is there?
Non-FictionMy name is Cassandra. This is me. My story. What made me today. This is my background. What took me here. It can't be cured, vanished. The memories I mean. But, it can be made peace with. How? Keep reading.
