I realized that yes I am an open book.
The doors to my soul are wide open for anyone to walk right in and peruse.
People have walked around and trashed everything.
No one has bothered to clean up.
There is one room though.
Hidden away.
Behind countless doors and walls.
That is for me.
No one gets that.
I barely have a grasp on what is behind those doors.
I didn't think there was anything left just to me anymore but there is.
Even though it is some of my darkest times, it is a light.
I have not given myself away completely to people who didn't deserve it when I thought I did.
No one gets that.
You can have everything else.
But please, don't take that.
