story

I was a number, that’s what he said to me…

A perfect placed product of his bleeding fantasy…

He was misled by fears…

And I lost myself in the fallen tears….

Put me in a glass cage…

At too young of age…

Confine me to his endless list of rules…

I was one of many among his selection of tools….

Silent screams die into the night…

But I didn’t want to give up the fight…

Time and distance to heal these wounds…

You don’t know of the poison that his love includes…

Escape when you can’t stand the ongoing pain…

The mind wasn’t meant to withstand this kind of rain…

But the love in me refused to die…

Strength and faith found in the moments I could only break down and cry…

No matter how fear speaks…

Don’t let it convince you that you’re alone and weak…

More than a number…just take the time to see…

There’s no replacement for the love that surrounds me…

What was meant to be…will be…

Love was the one who wrote my own story…