SpiritalWounds

I can remember hurting and crying before I could walk.. the constant yelling and fighting going on around me but I couldn't understand but I felt it's vibration rattling my world. growing up hungry I was wondering when Mom and Dad would come home again but they had their own demons to fight and so I was left alone in the night... the constant beatings for no reason left me contemplating my reason for even breathing. all I've known as misery all I've known is struggle and through it all I've always believe in Hope. but hope didn't save me from trauma, didn't stay with me when I faced things you can only fear in your worst nightmares.. and yet through the years I've tried to love the best I could despite my many flaws I believed in the love of God and that type of love drove me to keep going overcoming one obstacle over another battle to finally have made some sense of it all but I'm fractured I'm scared I'm wounded spiritually you see I yearn to be loved but my mind blinds me and torments me with thoughts of insidiousness that devil has its hooks on my brain which constantly keeps me fighting for balance the insanity has become my every waking moment. but I still believe.