This is my refuge.

My place to hide,

I can put the words I hear in my head,
here to lay on these pages....
where he,
and noone can find them.

What would they think if my words were to find them?

but for now they are silent and loyal.
They will not betray me...

not like they have...

The pain today is mine again,
and mine alone.

I know they will always ask,
"well what is your pain,"

None can understand my hurt.
for it is my own design..

I wallow in my past.
And most times, I love it.
I can close my eyes
and there I am...
where I truely long to be...

Where I could never be....

Because this life will not allow it...

so....