To my friends out there,
Hurt by the scars of the heart,
Torn at by demons of the past,
Left to lick wounds timidly.
To those who were abused,
Tortured in mind and or body,
Filled by that cold ache,
Unsure from a hard fist or longing for love.
For those with walls all around,
Unable and unwilling to see the other side,
Eyes and heart hardened,
Due to loss, betrayal, or worse.
Hold on, just a bit longer,
Not to your pain,
Not to blind rage or lack of,
But for hope in a new day.
YOU ARE READING
Depressing stuff
Teen FictionHave you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn't dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open? (I don't own half of the stuff in my book) Quote to go with this book: Just because someone looks happy doesn't mean they a...
