I’m seething with anger, reeling from devastating pathos. The ghosts of everything you slaughtered in me visited last night. The wailing of the bludgeoned hopes, the dismembered self-worth, the muffled screams of a tortured soul.I wasn’t allowed to be me and I would never be you. I became an empty shell where once my essence resided but had since long abandoned. It migrated and preferred a life on the road as an emotional refugee to the shackles you kept it in.
I’ll spend the rest of my life picking up the pieces crushed to smithereens and dispersed by the eastward wind to the lands of my deepest fears. I’ll search in every nook and cranny of my worst nightmares and I will become whole again.