"I stand amoung you, you say I have a home. You call me friend and say you'll never roam.
But the newness wears away, and comes a change in tone.
And then as always...., I will stand alone.

Good bye."

"A door slams in my face again
Stuck in this cold, dark dungeoun
I remember all the dungeouns I hve been in.
A dark one of death- one of loneliness
The one of breathelessness, dehydration, and starvation
The second prison of abandment was gray and blue
On the second story it spoke of invisible black fire
Neglect, and abuse reigned, yet we survived.
At the age of eight, my childhood a blessing until my imprisonment came
One person came, Same person left.
Not a word, not a call
Abandoment came, true abandonment....
Imprisoned by my pain and tears I had wondered
How could a mother do that to her daughter.
My imrisonment lasted for years
The pain grew, yet life was not done handing out the storms
My tormentor came when I was 12.
Unseen, unknown, he haunted my every thought, my every move, my every dream.
My pain empowered him, soon hate filled my heart
I was becoming damaged.
I managed to free myself from his grasp.
But I was alone in all that torture, my family never knew
But then I was an image of my hated mother.
Never accepted by myself or others- I seemed abandoned again.
Use to the imprisonment and abandonment,
I stand alone, always will, always have."

"....let's put it this way... you have support from us, and you can talk to us about things that are bothering you.
grim included.
ive never known anyone who can keep secrets as he can.
in any case, you are NOT alone."