I’ve never thought about what
love could be, until I met these
people. Until I met people I could
trust. I wondered for years
what that word was. Now, here I am.
Several attempts in the past. Drugs
and alchohol behind me. I’m here.
No more cutting. It’s harder than I ever
imagined, but I’m slightly safer. I’ve
never tried this hard to make a difference
in my life. I’ve never tried to keep alive.
What is it that’s keeping me here now?
It can’t be what I feel in my heart…
can it? It can’t be that I’m growing beyond
my shell. Panic sets in. My heart beats faster,
I can’t trust. I can’t be here and be happy,
it’s not right. He took away my rights to be
here, and be happy..didn’t he? Or is it all
a lie? Am I capable of love?
Love? What am I thinking?
There is no love. Atleast…that’s
what I thought.