My heart is filled with things you will never comprehend. Deceitful trust. Love that hurts. Doubts, demons given as gifts by people who claimed they loved and cared for me. A heart broken into pieces by the naïve misconception that I meant enough for someone to stay. To accept me as I am. Protect me. Comfort me. Be the one they cannot breathe without. The reality of my life, leaves a constant shadow of darkness and fear. Outwardly, you may see, in appearance what you interpret as strength. Inwardly, I am being crushed by the weight of such interpretation, praying for deliverance from the struggle. Yet no one comes to save me. Tangled in a perpetual motion of misunderstanding, isolation, and loneliness. Be thankful that you can walk away. I am trapped inside myself overcome by the malicious memories of inadequacy that makes me who I am.
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