Was thank you for the warm hugs...
For the way you hold me at night in your thoughts.
Do you even realize how much it means to me to know you are there, absorbing and cleansing my soul, as I dig, ever deeper, into the pain I feel every time I allow myself the luxury of emotion?
You were opening your life to me...and I was shutting you out because I hate myself so much for what happened to me...
As if I had had some control over the Fate which was chosen for me and the people who moved into my world with reckless abandon to teach me control.
It was and still is the hardest lesson to learn because the effect to the cause is missing.
People walk in, they get hurt, the walk out, and stay away...
There is no mirror. I am in a room with walls...a ceiling...a floor...
But no decoration. It is not really my room. It is just a room.
There is a lack of character in me that is missing due to the buried and hideous pain I feel.
The set-up.
The knock-down.
And it was all because they wanted to be rich.
~AC
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