I paid my debts a long time ago.
Yet the pain continues, an endless flow.
Invisible scars are seared across me like a thorny branch unwilling to let go.
It sips at the dark nectarine that swallows me whole.
While the day may seem bright, beware the storm that follows the night.
They say we have freedom.
It is but an illusion.
The garden always seems beautiful from afar with its blooming roses.
However, pluck the rose and you will feel the thorns that were hidden beneath the bushes.
Some bandage the wound, other seek help for it.
The rest are left to fester until the wound starts eating away at them until they decay.
For they hurt you with their lies that pour out like honey.
Encasing everything and trapping them in a cage.
They cut and stab at you, slicing away the time ridden cocoon that you desperately try to repair.
Utilised and stepped on, you bear the weight of the world while cursing in silent tears and muffled sobs.
Criticised and dismantled, you're ripped into and blamed for not having the courage to stand up for yourself.
But you only know this life and all year round it repeats with no end in sight.
You walk the living hell ridden with demons that are disguised as humans.
You think to yourself that you will be stuck here forever and no one gives a damn whatsoever.
However, have hope and faith for the road is long and one day you'll find where you belong. Make a wish and focus solely on it.
Whatever it is you'll surely benefit.
So that when the time comes and you scream for the pain to stop, remember your wish as a raindrop.
Let it form into a rain to wash away the pain.
Live for the moment that your dreams come true and be born anew.