Leaving behind, the years of pain, that I was, raised around, do you KNOW how hard it is, to leave behind the ONLY thing you’d ever known since you were a baby? Even IF that thing can make you maladaptive?
Leaving behind, the years of pain, it’s, too difficult for me to do, I mean, how am I supposed to just, forget about how they’d betrayed my trust, how they’d FAILED to hear those silenced cries of my nights as a young child, huh? Nobody IS supposed to forget about that sort of thing in one’s life.
not my artwork…
Leaving behind, the years of pain, I must, in order, to move on from this huge BENT (instead of just a minor “dent”???) in the road, and, I still have ZERO clue of what’s up ahead, waiting for me in the future, but I’m sure, that it’s, better than all of this! (and this would be the HINDSIGHT: boy, was I wrong!!!).
Leaving behind, the years of pain, I couldn’t, because I got stuck in the past, the past became so murky and muddy that it was, next to impossible for me to move around in, and then, the sun came out, dried up all the mud and the muck (taking away the dampness, and the rain too), and, it’d become, much easier, for me, to move around and about, so, I can, finally, get myself, UNSTUCK from my own FUCKED (and your point being???) UP past.
and imagine how it feels, living in the darkness, living like this for ages to come, not my photograph…
Leaving behind, the years of pain, I had to let go, because, by forgiving you, I’m giving myself the respect, that I never got from you, and yet, how can I ever, forgive you, for what you had done to me, and for so many years on end???
Life, the Obstacle Course 