When I rose surrounded by darkness at first, I couldn’t remember why. Then suddenly a strange smell triggered a memory that made me want to cry. I remembered the words that you once shared when you had me in a corner scared to breathe air. “Roses are red, and violets are blue but so are your bruises and your lips that I constantly give you. The elderly believe that love is blind, but hatred has been around since the beginning of time. So how can we tell the difference when they both were created with the same emphasis. But nevertheless, I would like to thank the foolish for ignoring your screams as I beat you senseless and the passerby’s that looked in the window but suddenly turned their heads because they didn’t want to be a witness. And the worst of them all are the holy rollers that are quick to lay hands during morning prayer. But while in church they laughed at an emoji being shared. And the so-called rules to keep me away or the very same rules that allow me to stay”. These are the words I will always hear. Instead of the words, I love you, dear. As I lay in the darkness one thing has become clear. I will forever spend eternity in a box you built.

Stop ignoring the inevitable and do what is right!!!!!