My life so full of broken promises, deceit, anger, and sorrow.

Daggers, stakes, nails and other sharp objects all left in me to let the wounds bleed. Left in me to make me cry an ocean of tears, to scream at the top of my lungs.

Can you even contemplate what has been done to me? What pain has been afflicted upon me? Have you ever seen a single tear I've cried?

My life of broken promises, deceit, anger, and sorrow--sharp objects left to make me bleed.