Wounded

[Wolfs_Bane]

My past is my past. I can't change who I am no matter how hard I try. My past has wounded me and they just refuse to heal no matter how much I treat them. No amount of magic, therapy, or talking too will help. Nothing can heal my wounds of my past. My soul will forever bleed the blood of lies, Hippocrates, and the backstabbing of my family that will do anything to get ahead. My beloved husband that I love so much will never see a healed soul for it is forever scorched. I am forever haunted by the words of a friend. A friend who's advice I should've taken but I didn't. Now I'm with the love of my life yes but he is with a soul that refuses to be healed. My family destroyed what was to be a grate women and now what you see before you is shy, timed little girl that doesn't want to grow up, that sees the world has a child would. That wants freedom but is in a glass box, she can see out but everyone that passes her it can't see in. I am forever wounded by my past, by my family. I'm really sorry.

WB