Wounds don't heal, they scar.

Pain doesn't leave, it's just misplaced.

and sorrow is an excuse for evil to invade your mind.

No one knows what you do,

they never experience the same as you,

they never know...

I'm not a stranger to pain, emotionally, draining, pain. I don't have the hardships of others, or the physical pain they do but I know pain. I can't stand seeing others in pain and empathy really gets in the way. It hurts, it crushes me every time. I have to pull myself off the ground, dust myself off and limp my way out of bad situations... most of the time that aren't mine.

I like to be there for people, in ways not all of them would be there for me. Maybe it's my issues of abandonment, but I feel if I'm there for them... they have some semblance of hope.

That one day, there may be a chance they'll find true happiness.

I'm always there.

limping back to help, hoping one day... Someone will carry me.

I love my friends, the ones who can pick me up and help me get on my feet. Ruth and Leslie, you're my heroes