My life.
Something you could say is almost perfect.
No worries,
No fighting,
No pain.
No, my life, from the moment I open my eyes, disappointment washes over me.
The disappointment of my eyes opening up to the world once more.
The disappointment of living another day acting as if I'm fine.
My life is a place where fighting is a continuous battle that never seems to stop.
A life where pain aches in my body continuously because living with someone whose definition of love is hurt is slowly killing me...
Their words, peircing my mind like a dagger, digging deeper into my flesh.
My life is a place where I wish I could lay myself down...and put me to rest..