He held my hand as he took me through darkness. I felt pain, loneliness, emptiness, hate, and rage. I felt as if he were driving me insane. Taking me to dark places I had buried in my brain.

I wasn’t scared because I had been here before it was just like opening a door. A doorway that I had closed to mask the pain of all my secrets untold.

Each door that was opened told a different story but the thing is, the pictures that were represented didn’t depict the story that was being told.

He opened the next door and my heart went cold it was a memory I didn’t want to visit because it was the day my heart turned cold.

I got down on my knees and began to cry, because this was the day my love had died, I gave him my heart, my body, and soul only to be lied to for reasons untold.

How could the person the brings me joy be the same person that brings me pain, as I started to scream out why after why suddenly the door closed.

Why are you doing this to me you are so bold. He looked down at me and said “because you had to be told.”