My life is sorrow. Where my every thought is sadness no matter how much I try to make it otherwise. Where every hug feels like a hit and every complement is another “I’m so sorry that happened” No matter what they think or say I will not let them in, they will never be let through. Still, inside I hope that one will stay and keep giving their hugs and their small chat, and put up with my defense to their hits and I’m sorrys. Hoping they will get through so that the hugs will feel like hugs and their voice will be my comfort and the day will not be just sorrow anymore. For I long in my sadness to see the happy day that once brought to me my sorrow.