When I was younger

I would have nightmares.

I would wake up in a cold sweat,

tears running down my face

Panicing to the point of not being able

to gasp in a single breathe.

As I grew up, those nightmares

turned into reality.

The loss of a great love, of a best friend.

Rejection and ridicule from those

whom I was told to trust,

and struggling with the pains of growing up in a close-minded society.

I turned to the only outlet I had ever known

it made time stand still

The minutes after dripping by like the blood down my arm

and then, I would feel nothing

which was better than feeling the dissapointment from my mother 

and the self-hatred that was engraved into my being.

And then came you.

You pulled me out of the darkness

planted kisses on every scar,

and held me until the tears stop pouring

down my mascara stained cheeks.

Your words softly caressed my broken heart

and slowly, the pieces started to fit together again.

And then, suddenly:

I could breathe again.