I was screamed at, hit, and other things. They told me to let them in. So far i've tried. But now his words hurt me, the burises i can not hide, and the lies slip away. I've tired. But fears flows through and my mouth is glued. I don't know how to let them in, tell them of every bruise, every cut, every word he deals. Perhaps it's best. Wouldn't want to ruin their snobby lifes with the sorrow of the world. Let them live in their hidden holes. Let them forget what pain really is. Let them live without the knowledge of the worst in a person. I can be, as always, forever by myself.