he is cruel and inhumane,  self centered and hateful. i should have flown away if my wings would carry. however my wings have been torn from place , and shut  away. he's  taken my voice, a echo in it's stead.  this love of mine he has poached. not a fragment discarded, nothing left in it's stead.

• To be lost , is to be found. When u are in the absence of others and there’s no one left to judge you but you , you’ll find who you are and what you could do.  You’ll remember those who are true and good and forget those that only wished  to taint what bit of goodness we had left in ourselves , we’ll forget all of our pain ,we’ll forget all of our sorrow. Not wanting to go back but to go away,we’ll reach a land far away were we can at last, let go of our worries. We’ll reach a land we all call home.