After you've hit rock bottom, the only thing you can do is stack the rocks you slipped on and pull yourself back up.

I have lived through physical abuse, mental/verbal abuse.
I have been molested.
I have been violated.
I have been stomped on and crushed.
I'm already shattered to pieces,
there's not much more anyone can do to hurt me.

I'll cover you, baby.
I always have.
I always will.

I love you

I miss you baby.
I miss your gentle touch.
Your cold hands clasped firmly with mine.
I miss us baby.
I miss laying next to you,
holding you in my arms,
and losing track of time.
Because you're the only thing that matters in my life.

If a circle never ends, then why does the circle of life depend on the end?