There is this cold, dark room.
Inside that cold, dark room is a window.
A window that only looks out into the distance of nothingness.
Outside that window, is nothing but a gloomy emptiness and all you can hear is the heavy pitter patter of the rain,
Violently hitting against the glass.

The big question is where would you want to die,
Where would that final spot be?

Sex is supposed to feel liberating,
Passionate…
Showing that vulnerability.
Making love should feel like it will last for eternity.

I was young, gullible…
I fell into the trap love can have, 
Not knowing the damages that lie ahead of me.
Those damages led to so much pain;
Mentally, physically, & emotionally.

Because now that I have found purpose in this life,
More than just my blood on a knife.
Now I can finally say,
That these scars will fade and fade away.
Fool me once shame me once shame on me,
But fool me twice and now I know it was never meant to be.