With my dark past like mine I never thought love could enter my heart. I mean the completely messed up life I had before couldn't seem to have a bright future in its path.
You learn not trust anyone but family.
Only if it's not the family that's killing you.
After all the years of abuse and getting yelled at that no one will love you, your the cause of the pain, that death would be better to bask in than real life it rubs off on you.
You think that death may be the escape. That killing yourself and going to hell is better than the hitting and the lies.
At least in hell you can become a demon.
So when most important coffee shop worker, Henry entered my life, love was far from my mind and heart. I didn't think that I could change so quickly and suddenly everything that has hurt me would be turned around.
He smashed my walls and I fell for him. And I fell hard. No one could pick me up this time, no one could help me in my time of need.
Love is a strange thing when you don't know what it is.
