pain is watching your mom disappear and fade away…
pain is seeing a killer’s rage in your father’s eyes…
I look at their lives…
Through an infinite mirror of stories…
And it shatters me completely every time…
Because I know they weren’t happy…
I know they weren’t free…
In my heart I…
I wish they could have been happy….
I wish they could have been in love…
Because the emptiness they felt…
We all felt too….
But that was their story…
And mine won’t be the same….
Every day is a new chance…
To live again…
