Deepest secrets

No.5

I'm bleeding quietly living

My scars hold painful, truthful stories.

My mind races, my body I bruised, beaten almost broken.

My here is slowly being pieced back together only to get torn back apart.

The truth and pain my scars and bruised hold are painful reminders that each day I'm living I'm closer to a brighter day.

With every breathe I take is like someone, better yet something (my demons) are pouring acid down my throat.

People wonder why I hate living, hate breathing, I do it because no matter how much pain I endure I'm still here. Although I may still be here doesn't mean I'm happy about it...

The day hell shot me out of it's soul burning grasp is the day I looked past all the negativity's, that was the day I became someone. That was the day I swore I'd save her soul, the day Jenny left me. That day haunts my memories, my dreams but, I've seen hell I've been there I've felt the hurt, I've tried to escape to only get drug back deeper into my demons nasty grip.

If I tried to fight back they'd hurt me 10X harder, they'd rip out every single organ just to prove a point, I may have lost my mind but I'm not gone,no,not lost yet.

With every single tear drop the acid is being released. It's being removed from my somewhat human form.

I'm not normal, I'm not scene, I'm not me, I've lost my bloody mind thinking days on end about what I could've done to save her, to help her pull through. Here I said I'd protect her with my life, but where the fuck is she now?!!??!

She's gone...she's lost,I've lost my all, I've lost my heart and won back her soul. Jenny my dear: I swear I'm conning back for you ill go to the heavens to get you my love, I haven't lost you no, not yet.