I find it funny I’m the monster in everyone’s story
Constantly under attack while others get the glory
While I’m still suffering picking up the pieces
It continues to drain the life out of me sucking me dry like leeches
No longer here and without their physical presence
Their darkness lingers even in the absence.
Turbulent Trauma is the worst kind of bond
Deception; was the tool used in this con.
Shadows hidden in the closet and under the bed
This is far from an illusion that remains in my head
I can’t see clearly in the dark of night
Like roaches, my demons will flee as I turn on the light
Looking above, where does my help originate from?
From Test to testimony, I will continue waiting on God’s kingdom to come
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The soul should have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears
Native American Proverb
CONFESSIONS FROM THE OTHER SIDE 