I sat in Ammcolvilles prison, timid, small,afraid, shadows of evil surrounding me, no way to escape
Demons in the dark, vulnerable and alone
A tear fell from my eyes, I was drowning on my own
Until one day they found me, gently took me by the hand, I was guided back to safety, to a strange and foreign land of peace and trust
But I sit here today, surrounded by negativity
A captive soul of his
Even though I got away.
My own prison I created, the longest time I've known
a self created torture, punishing myself like he never could
I'm falling so fast, almost lost to all
but hands of hope are holding me to keep me safe from harm
so I'm stepping out of the shadows, that have become my home
As I know that love surrounds me everywhere I go
So I will slay the demons, slowly as I get well
and I'll forever remember the lessons learnt as I battle through my hell
Often when we are hurt by others, we carry on hurting ourselves because that is what we are used to, because that is all we know. I hurt myself far more than my abuser ever did, because hurting myself was the ultimate betrayal to me. When you fight yourself you are bound to win, because you know your own weakness more than anyone else ever could. What I didn't understand was that by hurting myself, I was continuing to let him get the better of me, by acting in this way - he was still in control
