A Dark Soul may walk in the light of day hiding the scars it carries from the world. Only to return home at night to suffer with the memories that they dare not share with anyone. Others must never see the dark soul for in seeing the soul of darkness they would proclaim the one carrying such a soul evil and lock them away. Those who wish to no longer carry such memories seek help hoping beyond hope that somewhere out there someone can understand them and help them get rid of their dark soul.
Its my life to live, to be who I am and do what I will.
Its my life to share my sorrows and my happiness.
Its my life to give away or keep, but my life is meaningless unless I truely live for myself first. It may be my life but I gave it to those who love me for me with all my qwirks.
She flew on broken wings, damaged beyond repair. She traded them for a strength most would crumble under, repairing the damage that was so much deeper than her broken wings. If she could she would trade all the scars created for the chance to soar again, she misses her wings and knows she can never soar the same.