Tears used to flow when the walls shattered. Anger used to be the only emotion when the doors slammed. Now so used to the screams of my world comfort fills. No longer can I ball up like a infant in the womb I just sigh. This is my life. Raised as a fighter becoming a survivor. Needing to love not knowing its real definition but hate. Thats the only word that was ever my friend. Ive grown though. No longer is my hate shown but hidden from the world. Nothing but smiles you see but nobody knows the real me. Im done hiding. This is me well what was me. This is only my foundation but not what God created. So thats my story heres my life. A diary of tears wondering when they will stop falling.