My life was blackened by the devil I called "step Dad" and the drug addict that devoured my mother. Why wouldn't I leave sooner? Why did I take the torture so long? I could've been this happy long ago. I tried to protect but I have failed as the savior to everyone else that the devil has attacked. It haunts me to this Day. How could someone do something this horrible to another human being. I guess that's why I call him the devil. He snatched my soul out of my lifeless body. He took my pride. The addict let it slide . I've been holding on so long but I can feel my finger tips slip. Then I see myself fall in the dark whole called depression.
Love, Sunflower.
©storm02
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