the world is yours.

These broken walls fall down tonight,
For all the times we put up a fight.
These times are disappearing,
To a place of healing.
Everything we've ever stood for,
Drifts away like rubbish on the shore.
The love that vanished,
That lifts the fog from the mist.
The love that would slowly wane,
Possibly even take out pain.
But in the end,
it's no different than the flames,
I guess you could say,
Love is always the same.

So we meet again, dear reader.

If you know me well enough, know that I don't LOVE when people close to me hurt me. I HATE it. Don't confuse me with someone who will forget the pain you've caused me.

Right now, I CAN'T say I'm someone who can ignore your scrutiny. If you were someone I didn't love I would ignore it. Since you're so close to me, and you could do such things...this makes me so unbelievably ill.

I am trying to get through the fact that everyone eventually hurts you. I just wish some didn't do it intentionally. I feel this heavy weight on my chest that only time can heal. I'm asking you to pray about this entry, about me, and figuring things out involving this. And also, that these people I care about stop trying to hurt me.

If you did, thank you, it proves more than I'll ever be able to say.

I need to think. To evaluate some things.

lovelovelove.

the world is yours.