I was touched ,but not my soul,
for it was bleeding and so was I.
Again and again I pleaded to those cold eyes
but within them something had died.
I was pushed and torn and shared among them as an unwritten bond.
And while I was crying ,slowly my soul was dying.
All my life I had waited for the perfect moment to gift it to the one I love,
bred on Mills and Boons ,I had seen life through rose tinted glass
It was a perfect world,with dreams and hopes and everlasting love.
Why was I not taught to fear?
Why were my parents proud of me and supportive?
Why were my friends always there when I needed?
Why did’nt someone warn me the world was cruel and love that I feel around me was surreal?
I have seen the light and seen the dark ,a voice says there is ‘light at the end of the tunnel’.
But this tunnel seems so long…….I feel the shame to face my parents,scared and feel despair.
The laurels are all forgotten,life is suspended midair.
Should I just end my journey here or avenge their feat?
Will it bandage my soul?Will it bring back what I have lost?
My innocence,my dreams ,my hopes?