I can put a smile on for others... act happy... positive... but there’s always that part of me that wants to crawl back to the hole from which i came and put back up my walls that protect me from the outside world... to be in my comfort zone again... just me and my thoughts...
sometimes i cry... break down... we all do, when we have been strong to long...
we all have a sensitive part to us.. that part that makes us more human... the part that someone could talk about the wrong way and it cut us deeper than any blade or knife could...
About the Creator
Dana McGuire
I wanna be a light, for the lost, suffering, and broken..
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