Same Story
I just want to be remembered for all the kindness and love that I showed rather than the hate and anger I felt at all the lost opportunities the foolishness of youth the stupidity of ignorance and the innocent belief that there will be someone to always protect and support me. I loved and lost. I loved someone, who did not love me back. Same old story. Different tune. Stale stage, but new players. It does not hurt so much when you hear it happening to someone else or read about it in News rags and websites. It only feels raw and real when it cuts your own heart. I can say with pride that I have known and lived through hate and abuse so much, that I likened my state to that of Aushwitz. Now I feel ashamed even to admit my folly of letting myself be degraded and insulted in the most undignified ways, possible. That I can't bear to even think about it much less talk about it. But somehow my spirit to free myself, resurrected and awo...