ÒI just want to write the words as I feel them bleeding from this old heart of mineÉÓ
Bad memories are never really forgotten. Just suppressed under the mountain of lies weÕve told ourselves, so that the painful ones are easier to bear. I remember a lot, and my life has been emotionless for a long time. I recall watching as my mother was beaten bloody in front of me, and then, as if I were old news, I was cast away. Until now, IÕve been patching the holes in my heart with band-aids; but IÕm ready to feel again. So that true healing can finally begin.