I did not come back from hell empty handed.
The sweet innocent girl you left there to grow had to survive.
I tore myself, pieces by pieces. My tortured mind finally was at peace as my flesh suffered.
Prickled lips, torn fingertips, bloody mouth. The pain in my own body was a distraction from the one in my heart.
I came back with treachery in my mind, and crippling doubt in my heart.
I have always made myself kind.
Dont you ever forget that. I never was stupid.
I have been naive, but not blind. I have made myself kind and hopeful after having suffered enough from the hands of men.
Why should hell have changed me differetly? Men are mere demons.
