Daughters who have been abandoned by their dads spend their life times in cold isolation and mistrust. When eventually they find somone to belong to, they trust heart and soul and hold on for fear and insecurity of being abandoned again. Lucky are those who find home.

One more betrayl and I have burnt all my bridges.
I have rebuilt my forts and towers.
I have retreated into a deeper darkness of the mind and soul which knows no expression through bruises or razor blades.

I'm not going to blog any more.
All I can think to write about is the hurt
which knows no words nor is it something to ever be spoken of.