Hate torments lost souls, love cannot be understood genuinely to those that cannot love themselves. Buried alive in shallow graves for all to witness their flaws.
They wear their hearts on worn sleeves, covering scars that refuse to leave. Misunderstood by most, hurt by most, lost by all, no one can be trusted, no one at all.
Perpetual pain, fueled by the bitter truth and hidden beneath the comfort of the believed lies...... Life may be nonfiction, but most that live it, choose to do so in fiction!