When I was 8 years old, found out my Daddy didn't love me. The rug my life was built upon, yanked away rather abruptly. Not even 10 and learning love is never freely given. When even now, at 28, that shit's too hard a lesson.
Night after night, spent self-abusing, countless more stuck feeling used. Believing I could change you, stop the violence and abuse.
But so far, I'm still stuck waiting, counting fingers, counting toes. Watching every minute pass, like time itself has surely froze.
So for now, I'll chase the dragon, act like everything's alright. Hoping one day I learn to love myself, and start my journey towards the light.
