Once had he told me,
if helping others would bring your soul liberation, then keep doing it like if you stop you'd cease to breathe,
I hearkened to the words of my flaws,
I let his claws sink deep in my heart,
my demons have been my best friends,
guiding me in paths that I thought not possible,
now I make decisions not of my own accord but of the scars that scream the memories of tears shed,
Often times have I hurt my self in the bid to find a balance between physical pain and emotional torture,
Very funny!!
Physical pain can be healed,...