I hear the silent screams of pain you carry deep inside.
A fire quenched by the hatred that still burdens you.
A dried heart hidden within the confines of a fortress
built to protect, but now nothing but a ghostly barrier.
You hide the blackened paintbrush
used to tarnish all before you as the same,
but we’re not.
A shattered heart and torn life takes a longtime to heal.
Scars can be carried delicately inside, waiting for that one
proven moment of doubt to rip at the stitches.
re-opening old wounds.
A fragile mind is the hardest to mend.
Self doubts haunt you, horrible memories still burn.
Trust an ugly, bitter word.
Love, is a fairytale.