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Hush.
Don't say a word.
We've all
been here before.

The moment
The truth.
The fight.
These wounds we feel are honest
to us
more than words.

And the sound of a heart breaking
resonates inside my soul.
Never thought to check if it was my own.

And there I stood. Three years down the road, same place, when I thought
all this time I was moving forward.
Slipping back and fighting to stay ahead.
Demons haunted me.
My soul, my mind, my body.,
The marks of men deep beneath my skin.
A ragdoll of abuse.
And i myself became my abuser when there
was noone else.
Sitting in my underwear and tanktop,
the shallow grave of my bed,
creating slashmark after slashmark
a patchwork of old and new scars.

Surrealism. Reality never seemed to exist in those places.
And i look back now,
and wonder.
'Was that me?'
'Did I make these marks?'

And now I tell that little girl to hush.
Close your eyes,
reach for the stars,
hiding behind the storms.
They are there.
And hope lies in tomorrow
And pain within yesterdays.

And I know dear ones, you have to want it.
You have to fight.
And i'll be here
to listen to your screaming,
to tell those monsters to hush their screaming.

because.
You are who i used to be.
And still who I am sometimes today.
And I will love you.
Your scars,
and your broken heart,
your angers and fears, and hurts and loves.
I will take it all.
And bear your burdens...
If it will make your demons
HUSH.
because I know rescue is there.
Lying in wait for you to discover it.
And I will love you.
And I will help you.