Finding hope

Lonely nights filled with anger,
Cold days filled with desire,
Thoughts in my own mind.
Only understood by me
Hold back by the out side world,
Hold back by the emotional barbwire.
Trying to escape
But not being able to shine, can't fly
The wire is too tight
My body covered with scars
Only seen by the uncovered eye
Her eyes, covered by hate:
Tight is good, because,
The barbwire is protection.
Inside screaming, outside silence
Unspoken words are left behind,
Thoughts are being ignored,
'The same as what happened to me once.
Feeling like an orphan,
But why should anyone bother.
Walking on the path of my life,
Without anyone leading me the right way.
Behind every broken child,
You ll find a missing father.
They say: what doesnot kill you will make you stronger,
And there I find my hope,
Facing all the things above,
Sinking even lower than rock bottom.
Everyday waking up with the thought:
Will this day be really worthwhile?
And I still managed to survive,

I know for sure,
That this is going to help me last longer.

I wrote this poem for everyone who can't be who they want to be,
who are being held back by some kind of barbwire,
The people who are near rockbottom, Or the people like me, The people who know that there is something lower than rockbottom.

Keep on fighting, Be a fighter.

Much Love, The Broken Butterfly.