No one ever cared, I always made it through on my own. I learned how to carry myself, how to manoeuvre with a broken spirit..how to keep chanting the words of freedom when all I have known was a broken home. I preserved through the murkiest of moments, and I still have the greatest journey ahead..I surge forward after every stumble and every failed try I still surge forward...with a vision and a dream as weapon to defeat any foe that dares to step in my way. I have been sabotaged, deceived...back stabbed by a knife that I never saw coming as it cut so deep into the jugular vessels that my body doesn't circulate the empathy the way it once did. No matter how vulgar they where towards I treaded the path of uncertainty with my head held high as I tread on I am starting to become an unfeeling individual that doesn't seemed to be surprised by treachery anymore as I always assume the worst...they say my soul is yet to be loved...but you see once the trust fades from you, it erodes into dust and it becomes beyond the bounds of possibility for you to have the humility to bestow such certitude on a person.
