I start this story,
with truth in my heart,but lack of memories.The few memories that seem to enter
my mind,may also enter my
soul or my heart.I see much
darkness, assurances never to be made ,as promises are
always to be broke.Pain I feel
mentally now,so many years
ago were still mentally engaging,but also soul breaking.Years of so much abuse, from the people, that said they loved me. The people that were supposed to
protect me hurt me the most.
Tore me down, wore me down,
till I...