Back when I was a kid,
I didn’t know who I was.
I got bought up in to a world,
That was not for me.
I was in the middle of massive destruction,
And depression followed and tormented me for years. I am unable to get the words out. That is what trauma has done to me. I miss the days when I was young, wild and free. Little me. Now I’m left with a blank and tormented mind, unable to heal myself. Be careful who you trust, because the ones you love can also stab you in the back. Do not follow the crowd, because you will become like them if they are going the wrong way. I’ve had to learn the lessons the hard way. Until I was old enough the leave my broken household, but look at me I’m prospering now. Words are not enough to heal my broken soul.
© WarriorWithin