A/N: True Story... Re-Write

Hiding from what is real.
Hiding from the truth.
My life has hurt me
but still I continue to breathe.
As a child
I was a tortured soul;
robbed of that sacred time.
At that time I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know that what happened was wrong.
And then I was forced to re-live the madness again.
Forced to live the violation,
to live the hate,
to live the silence,
and to live the naivety.
In adolescence my world came crashing down.
But I’m still here,

still alive,

still breathing.