Lost is all by the moment of discovery, your valued worthless. Not worth fighting for. Not worth loving. Not worth upholding vows. Begging in earnest for meek's sake, shattered reality never to be good enough. Willing to die inside for consequence. An empty shell once a bright light, blackened by not being worthy.
Day: April 6, 2014
Since The Day That Stick Turned Pink
Fear~ Never say never; or so they say. Changes life heaves, hits with intention. Beautiful fate is at times, often pain endures whilst suffers. The day I feared most was upon, an occasion to end then begin anew. Finality~ Sacred vows vanished like ashes thrown into the wind. As if life mattered no more, [...]
