Time to draw the shades again.
Sitting in darkness.
I can’t stop this grief.
Those voices, they never stopped.
Mocked.
Ridiculed.
Degraded.
No fun.

The torture, the pain
I need it to come out.
What have I lived? What have I done to myself?
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to start this tornado of sorrow.
It just all happened so quick.
Done.
Now here we are.

My heart,
Oh God,
is it heavy.
I’m carrying this weight and it’s tiring me.
Go on.
It’s time to get up.