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Friday, November 25, 2005 home home home for the holidays, but not home like i used to know. that home is gone ive sung that song and only the echo of its memory remains repeating endlessly behind my eyes a consistantly nagging reminder. i convinced myself to believe my own lies until i had created perfection in my fantasy world, lies to cover up the missing time and the blanks in my mind where abuse was erased or i had to escape... lies only fool others and i can only believe my own lies to a certain depth. my soul knows the truth and there is nothing anyone can do to heal these wounds. by K @ 11:03 AM |
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