It is before the gates of hell that I find myself. It is in this place of fear and pain that I must fight my battles and face my enemies. The smell is engulfing me, the stinch of ignorance and glotting fill the air. The wind blows with the sounds of nothingness and you destroying who I was and trying to hold back who I want to be.
My blood flows with each blow I allow you to make. My adrenaline pumps with each strike and contact I make. Vengefulness lingers in my heart, while love is what makes it beat. My body is hot while my skin is cold to the touch.
It is before the gates of hell I face you. It is before the gates of hell that I will win and come out on top, no matter how hard you push me down. With each blow you make I relive the pain you inflicted on me. I bleed from the wounds you made. My heart aches and my soul cries.
I stand alone, here at the gates of hell. No one to have my back. No one to put you in your place. I stand alone and fight a battle I have been fighting for years. Trying to erase the marks you left. Trying to eliminate the scars you put in my memories. Blocking out the sounds when I said NO and you refused to hear. I stand here at the gates of hell alone, cowering, crying, and searching for someone to hold me, to tell me all will be ok, to keep me safe, and help me up when I seek help.
It is at the gates of hell I throw my punches, scream my brains outs, and there is nothing but silence and emptiness. My punches make no impact, my screams have no sound. It is here at the gates of hell I stand.
