Zozo's

mom am I happy? will I ever be the type of girl worth loving?  with my sins and misgivings,  do i really deserve a salvation?  mom  will I be happy?  will I be the type of girl who could face life head on? do i love myself?  mom when will I be happy?  will I be loved the way I would love to be loved?  even if my love will never be enough? mom im not happy with my love im not happy with my happiness  im not happy with myself  mom im not happy

My love— the moment I fell into the abysmal agony of the labyrinth, it was my own soul that pulled me from the horrors woven deep within. My love— the moment I pierced my skin out of fear, out of the restless pits of self-desecration, it was my own mechanism that threw the blade away and kept the skin intact. My love— the moment I wailed into the hollow night, it was my own lullaby that wrapped around me and sang me to sleep. My love— the moment I couldn’t escape the torture of demons nestled in my slumber, it was my own arms that woke me gently, and spooned me back into serenity. My love— the moment I tried to flee the horrendous asylum of this life, it was my own voice that whispered through the chaos and rendered me calm. And you, who is my love— the moment you are not there, I am.