Sometimes people. . .They say that some people don't make it into your life for a reason.
What if you feel you need those people in your life?
What if they patched up an empty spot in your soul?
What if they had replaced something you lost?
Something you might say you never had.
Becoming attached to the wrong people can be dangerous.
Especially, when that person despises what they don't know is a part of you.
When that person is a repeat of your past.
When they unknowingly break another part of your soul and tear you apart piece by piece.
Leaving you abandoned and bleeding.
It's a tragedy with no miracle, a storm with no calm.
Repeat these actions and you damage yourself further.
You learn to put up a wall that no one will tear down.
An armor that shields you from deceit, and a jail to hold your pain.
Your words kept shut in a box with the key locked inside and a mind where all the memories reside.
You put on a mask as the memories attack to hide the emotions you'll show.
It gets easier the longer you go,