Sometimes someone hurts you so bad, it stops hurting at all.
Until something makes you feel again, and then it all comes back.
Every word,
every hurt,
every moment.
How could you ever understand where I come from?
Even if you ask, even if you listen,
you're not really here, or see or feel.
You don't remember my story, you haven't walked my path. You haven't seen what I've seen.
My past defines me, this is who I am.
I am,
unseen,
unheard,
unwanted.
that is what I am, if even I am anything.
It seemed like the same thing, that held me up; forced me down. The world turned upside down, an order disappeared.
Nothing is how it seems, and a heavy sadness filled my soul
