Awake and alone
I wonder what the future may hold, will it be bright and bold?
Or dim and dark
I may never know
Positive I shall remain as I build my armor, for I don't know who I can trust.
Misused I am becoming a broken doll as all feelings disappear
Numb
But I've come to far to risk it all
So I must stand tall
YOU ARE READING
Living through hell
PoetryRead if you please, comment however you like, love and hate it only means the same.
