How could I get scared of the night previously when I was experiencing my own horror story?! How could ghosts and monsters frighten me when I was already having them inside me?! How could I sleep when I rested my head on the pictures of god that hung on the wall and sobbed?!
They say we can bear the pain;we can go on living but the truth is it kills you everyday,little by little. Oh how desperately I begged for peace!
Wounds heal but sometimes the scars stay. And it is the scar that reminds you of that pain and digs out the buried memories.