Only Truth Will Set You Free

No one will not understand, can't even image what goes through each cell inside of a brain. The agonizing periods of time where, no matter how hard you try, not a single word would slip between the cracked lips upon that sunken face of yours. The mind spinning a 100 miles an hour, with insight of the torture that invades every square inch of your body, but all that comes is silence. There are days when life is just normal, whether it's happy and full of joy or sadness. But nothing can compare to the endless moments of a darkness that numbs the living soul. Yet, who in their right mind would care for someone who was slowly slipping into a fatal and dark abyss? No one. The pain and memories that try their hardest to hold back their captive yet you strive to out do your pass and never to repeat was was once a nightmare. However, history always seems to repeat itself, doesn't it? You prevail to excel yet slump so low to destruction. The memories of no safety, the nightmares of torture and pain. They keep haunting the soul that tries to purge it back into darkness. Days. Weeks. Months, of no home or shelter. Months of trying to survive on a same living space that holds no true comfort. Those are the days that pushes me forward to excell in life. The nights of terror, not knowing if the sun will rise the next morning. The treacherous weeks and months of covering up bruises and scars from those around so they won't think you're weak because you couldn't fight back the one you called family. No one will understand that I came from the very bottom and it's not easy to reach the top like most have done. No one will ever understand that I'm young and naive and still have lots to learn. That I can't just skip years of suffering to match someone who finally came to peace with succeeding in trash. My soul has been torn, my heart has been shatter. My mind may as well no longer exist for there is no life that exist in a fragile state. Mental? May be but not due to being a crazy or deluded. But being deprived of what was suppose to be life and not hell. Depression hurts. It causes those around to be numbed or sad or even angry. Depression has killed me. And yet I'm still living. This curse will not overrun my life. And no one will understand the struggles I have endured throughout the 19 almost 20 years of a life sentence I have served. This will be my last. Nothing will break me. My heart will forever be made of stone, my mind made of metal. Nothing will break down this barrier. Nothing will ever be the same....