Its impossible to explain and too difficult to understand. Its like being stripped completely naked and having nothing but misery to comfort you because the pain reminds you its reality. Its impossible to explain, although I will try...but even then you couldnt possibly understand my scars unless you were standing next to me enduring the wounds. Taking everyday as one hundred years without the knowledge of it ending. Its like being naked without any shields in a war..against yourself. Against them. And they werent always bad. Some of them had hearts but for those that didnt ..they had heavy feet kicking you down restricting you from escaping. Lies and deciet and our brains in washing machines. This became the norm. The struggle we had to get used to. Hopeless and paused. Our lives would never be the same again. And without the understanding. You will never know.. That in our minds we are much younger although we are mature and hold this understanding between each other. We are still alone. Fighting this battle alone. Because nobody wants to talk about it. Because we gotta move on. And here we are..living our lives ..meeting new people ..outside. And none would ever know because its so hard to describe. That we are trying to come back from the place that we died. And its too hard to explain . you couldnt possibly understand . that I am 25 but feel younger than I am.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 08:34:47 +0000
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