The shadows.
I carry shadows in my chest,that never rest.now they haunt the dreams I keep.
The walls I built were made of pain. The fear and shame that will never go away.
I learned to not trust gentle hands,the love I could never understand.
Sometimes the nightmares call my name, dragging me through the memories I wish would just fade away.i see the child I used to,the one I beg the world to finally see.
My scars are proof I made it through,though the wounds are deep and the trauma is running through me. My past still whispers,my hands still shake and my head don't stop spinning.
The hurt and healing are the same.mu soul is still fighting till this day.