“Your words cut deeper than a knife.” – Stitches by Shawn Mendes
Where the castle once stood,
Was engulfed in the flames,
Of vengeance, of anger, of regret and of guilt,
Where the flames once feasted,
Was all but ashes, rubble, debris and broken pieces,
Of a colorful history,
Of a bright and innocent past.
Where the alleviation and vitality once existed.
Was now run over by the hurting, the pain, and the agony.
The Hurting, The Healing, The Loving 