So many things still Hidden Deep within.
Some things I'll never tell,
Some will Pour out of my Soul before I can stop them,
Flowing through the Air,
Telling my Story.
And such a Tragedy it is.
Full of Abandonment and Pain,
Broken Hearts and Tears.
Someday my Heart will Weave these Tales
Into Beautiful, Unbelievable stories.
Exaggerating some things,
Leaving others vague.
But none the less Telling my Story,
And answering the Questions
Of why this girl is who She is.
The Pain I've Seen.
The Pain I've Felt.
The Responsibility of growing up too fast Forced upon me.
Learning why not to Trust,
Why not to let Someone get too Close.
Wondering if this Girl can ever Heal Completely.
Wondering how many Scars have covered Her Heart.
Some quiet New,
Some so Old.
Each one with it's own Unique, Dreadful story.
Her Hearts Wishes and Desires
Obscured by the Endless Sorrow of years past,
And of years yet to come.
