Love?

This is my club house, it's a place of no fear.

I sit here

in silence

waiting the storm to dissipate.

This is my sanctuary, it's dark, quiet and small.

 There is a light, 

but I dare not let it illuminate my being.

If they find me, they'll hurt me

like they've done so many times before.

They've beaten my, bruised me,

then concealed me with layers

as if it takes away the mental scars.

You 'll never experience Hell on Earth,

until the ones you love betray you

because trust and want are a deadly cocktail that 

blind you.

And from reality

I am detached,

spiraling in an abbess of uncertainty and lose.

Do they love me?

They say they do 

before and after,

but during is a different story.

But

it doesn't matter for now.

For I'm in my closet,

a place of no fear.

I'll wait there in silence

hoping my parents will disappear.