I have finally returned all because someone remembered me.It's very warming and soothing due to the fact that I broke down with a weak heart missing my friends and the family I have,some of you may remember me as "Agonistes_Vental" but now I restart over as my life has done the same very thing.I have missed so many here and I am home.
So much has happened to me good and bad,and well as my oppression,my sadness,and shadows that ate to consume my heart and spirit finally broke me on the verge of death itself I was saved as I feel hard into a endless night of eternity.My heart was broken,my spirit was tortured and my love was fading for this world and as I gave in to the weigh on my shoulders I let that darkness take over.But there were hands that shielded me from letting my spirit die to that of nothing,hands that touched me and reminded me of my humanity,reminded me of my life,my passion,my story,and fight.Those hands took the pain from my bloody flesh,they took the poison from within and showed me light.Slowly has it been since I left hell,the day I left my own family behind.
It's funny to be exact as I have finally opened my eyes not only to that true beauty I hold but also to the way I have neglected and been neglected in my life.I look back to see my family those who I love with all my heart,those who I love and would sacrifice it all to protect are also the same people who damned me.One would think that family is to have balance,to be unconditional love,to be equal,and understood.But in my case I was not that though I was loved,though I was family,I was still not the same as my siblings as I was adopted.As I was different,scarred and comming from a different way of living,when I refused to become like the rest and assumulate myself to be like the others is when I was shunned.I was mear property to be used when needed,locked behind doors tosuffer within,no friends,no understanding I lingered to look outside and hoped to do what it is I most love and that is to help others.And as I did this very passion of mine I had to also enjoy and hide it from my family as if they knew what I did they would end ties that bind.So sadly with no job,no life I lingered hoping and wishing to make a difference for those like me and I have but as I gave my little energy to save others I feel deeper into that darkness and loneliness.With no real love,with no real fire within my spirit was drowning in icy water left behind without reguards for myself.So long did I fight to give to others even if it meant my end,as sacrifice is all to me,as it is a way I live,it was killing me slowly.
Blood ran over blades,tears fell onto empty thoughts,and I was falling apart.
And then someone came to me,saw my light remaining,they picked my almost lifeless body to warm and heat with a compassion I have never known.As I escaped hell it lingered inside,restless,and war torn I was,and my body let it continue.As it ended to be I fell sickly ill,put in the hospital to be butchered and saved.And as I recover now I am slowly finding that once bright light within me,and to finally be able to feel humanity again.And as I am still sick I remember my story.
So much has happened to me good and bad,and well as my oppression,my sadness,and shadows that ate to consume my heart and spirit finally broke me on the verge of death itself I was saved as I feel hard into a endless night of eternity.My heart was broken,my spirit was tortured and my love was fading for this world and as I gave in to the weigh on my shoulders I let that darkness take over.But there were hands that shielded me from letting my spirit die to that of nothing,hands that touched me and reminded me of my humanity,reminded me of my life,my passion,my story,and fight.Those hands took the pain from my bloody flesh,they took the poison from within and showed me light.Slowly has it been since I left hell,the day I left my own family behind.
It's funny to be exact as I have finally opened my eyes not only to that true beauty I hold but also to the way I have neglected and been neglected in my life.I look back to see my family those who I love with all my heart,those who I love and would sacrifice it all to protect are also the same people who damned me.One would think that family is to have balance,to be unconditional love,to be equal,and understood.But in my case I was not that though I was loved,though I was family,I was still not the same as my siblings as I was adopted.As I was different,scarred and comming from a different way of living,when I refused to become like the rest and assumulate myself to be like the others is when I was shunned.I was mear property to be used when needed,locked behind doors tosuffer within,no friends,no understanding I lingered to look outside and hoped to do what it is I most love and that is to help others.And as I did this very passion of mine I had to also enjoy and hide it from my family as if they knew what I did they would end ties that bind.So sadly with no job,no life I lingered hoping and wishing to make a difference for those like me and I have but as I gave my little energy to save others I feel deeper into that darkness and loneliness.With no real love,with no real fire within my spirit was drowning in icy water left behind without reguards for myself.So long did I fight to give to others even if it meant my end,as sacrifice is all to me,as it is a way I live,it was killing me slowly.
Blood ran over blades,tears fell onto empty thoughts,and I was falling apart.
And then someone came to me,saw my light remaining,they picked my almost lifeless body to warm and heat with a compassion I have never known.As I escaped hell it lingered inside,restless,and war torn I was,and my body let it continue.As it ended to be I fell sickly ill,put in the hospital to be butchered and saved.And as I recover now I am slowly finding that once bright light within me,and to finally be able to feel humanity again.And as I am still sick I remember my story.