Today i think i woke myself up for the first time in a long time i realized that no one would come to understand my pain my struggle and what ive come to realize is my life and my past. And I still have yet to deal with it someone dared asked me today why do still stand in the rubble as the rain falls when everyone has left? Maybe because thats all i have left that lets me cling to the hope of reality. Because under all the broken, dirt, and blood still stands my childhood the one thing in my life that hasn't been stained with blood and bad men who call themselves fathers. So if you ask me if i chose scared or scarred i chose both because im just another girl with daddy issues whi has been lost in the statistics
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BROKEN late night thoughts
PoetryThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black
