If I told you of my pain would you stop to understand or sustain the horror's that unfolded within my mind in that time.
Would you understand the stain of my name is not what made me nor what broke me but my faith that put time and time again into something that had the possibility to withstand.
But always seemed to crumble upon pileing on the pressure to put them to the test as I myself was swayed to be.
Shallow were there words of trust but you see when you have a soul like me...