Fighting For Hope: The Old World Is Dead

I never thought about the pain that was dealt at the hand
of my own mother. You could say I just loved her that much, that it outweighed the bad. I remember the love I had for this woman
and no matter how long the wait was to see her. The excitement never falter. Don't remember much of those days, it almost seems like a blur. The older I got the more distances the memories had become to me. Even though I felt physical pain, I never really knew the true feeling of it. Now I can say I have. Not the type of pain where things don't go your way and you lash out upset. Or where you and your boyfriend got into a fight. Nor when you get punish by your parents for doing something stupid and you think that the world is out against you. In your mind you don't think you deserve, and you feel hatred; thinking they don't love you. But in reality, you deserve it. I'm talking of the true feeling of pain. Everyone might say they felt it at least once or know they have felt it before. But to them they think that is the true feeling of pain. So, saying they have felt it I've learned to know that there's a twenty-five percent chance they have. To reach and experience this takes a lot of pain to the heart. You'll understand once you hear the story of how it all began.