Feelings, thoughts, pain, joy &/or life
The moments
The happy ones
Are tainted.
Each memory
Shrouded in Grief
in Pain
in fear.
Each second of my life
Nightmarishly blended
into mush.
Fear
Pain
Anger
Rage
Are all I remember as a child.
I was expected to act happy,
I was
exhausted,
beat down
in pain.
Birthdays are
Hellish.
Hollidays are
Pain.
Forgiveness is,
for me.
They have nothing they can gain.
The shit
The abuse
The fear
Never believing I would live.
7 and
8 year olds don't do these things
Nor 10,
Or 12
or 15,
17,
18
19
23
24
I really never believed
In the survival instinct.
Hell.
Does.
Not.
Scare.
Me.
My life has been so bad that the flames of Christian hell are to mild.
But my Gods
My stars
My Guides
Ancient Wisdom.
I am alive,
Why?
Why is it so painful?
Why do the happy memories fade,
Quickly?
Simply.
Why?
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