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?
No FicciónMy 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.
