Monday, September 25, 2017

Stings of Emptiness

My memories, haunting
My memories, painful

Wanting to belong
Wanting to fill that hole
It stings of emptiness 

I close my eyes
Nightmares

That small child inside me
Crying out

Pain and guilt burrowing inside me

They want you to be someone you're not
They want to use you
They want to abuse you...again. 

It's hard to be brave when you are alone in the dark
Still fighting this tear in my heart


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