I did not fall ,
I was pushed,
I tried to crawl and they kicked,

Pressure built,
Beating - tension- beating.
I see beauty in life
Beauty I do not deserve.


There is pain. There is breaking. There is numbing.



The Veil is waiting to be pushed aside,
If you could understand the pain
that I endure to survive.

At worst -or best- moments death is a lover,
A warm embrace
That erases at its touch