Your Journey to Love

4 Dark Knight

I hit bottom and had nowhere else to go. My experience of Love had been completely unloving. Becoming a weak shell of a girl, my innocence was gone, dreams had been broken, and I disappeared. The experience of Love was tainted with something sticky and gooey. It clung to me like black tar and weighed me down as if concrete blocks. I wondered if people could see beyond my masks and glassy eyes. The dark shadows of my countenance held too many secrets. My thin frame spoke of insecurity and inadequacy, disguised in the name of fashion.

The illusion was easily facilitated by wearing unique apparel. I wore clothing so cutting-edge that it distracted attention away from my face and my body. What people could not see were my beaten and ...