True love and beauty can rarely be fully expressed.
This point I believe, must be stressed.

How can one put such purity into words? I shall try my very best.

The aching inside of my heart which she is responsible for.
I want it, more and more.

This pain, I need it. I never thought it'd feel this good to be this?...Sore.

What I said.
That should’ve stayed in my head.

If I'm completely honest I am angry but definitely not with you.
I'm so lost; I just don’t know what the hell I'm supposed to do.

I can’t stand this lack of control.

He’s constantly there; circling in my head. Watching me.
He’s never gonna stop. I know that I’ll never be free.
No matter how much or how loud I plea.

I’ve never known a pain that hurts so greatly.

The internal pressure is always increasing.
Instead of ceasing.

I pray for forgiveness every single day.
With the hope that one day I’ll no longer have to pay.

I did exactly what I was told.
I so desperately want to be released from his never-ending choke hold.
I used to be so cheerful. Now I'm just ridiculously fearful.
I now feel nothing; numb. Cold.
Dead at 16 years old.

They refer to me as “The Mystery”
Such a clouded history.

They say that I’m a closed book.
But maybe that’s just because not enough time was took,

They see me as a mammoth task.
When really all they have to do is ask.

One mistake is all it did take.
Now I only seem to shake.
So much sometimes that it can look fake.

Asking for help.
With a whimper or a yelp.

Heart wrenched.
Jaw clenched.
Forehead sweat drenched.

Keep hearing that evil voice,
But it appears not to be a conscious choice.

Tainted at such a young age,
So hateful and full of undiluted rage.
Now confined to this “cage.”

Unwanted and unloved,
Constantly just pushed, pulled and shoved.

I am a curse.
“Please, just put me in my hearse!”

"The sky is blue, the sun is yellow.
I just thought I would stop by and say hello."

She laughs, I grin.
Both of us spreading happiness within.
You see, when it is just us, nothing is ever awkward or uneasy.
In fact, most of the time it is funny and incredibly cheesy.

I think if we both had our way.
We would just talk to each other throughout every hour of the day.
We would never get bored, I think that is safe to say.
I hope that this is the way it will stay.

What we have well, it is hard to explain.
And I think that's the way it will remain.
"Hey! You hear that Sam? An air of mystery we have somehow managed to create and maintain."

She calls me her 'Little One.'
And let me tell you, I consider this a huge privilege. I think it is the best prize that I have ever won.
Without a doubt! Bar none!

The fragility of life is often easy to forget.
A lot of people constantly refuse to see life that way.
Or at least until their final day.
Where they may find themselves being struck by the thought:I'm not ready to leave, not now, not yet.

Everyday each one of us will face battles that need to be fought.
The value of ones' life is a lesson that should always be taught.