If actions speak louder than words, then why can I hear your cries so much louder than you walking out the door? Your screams echo in the forefront of my mind, while the strikes you took across my face are mere whispers in the back of my head, whimpers next to the roar of your lies. The cuts you’ve inflicted are silent next to the “knife in my back.” The objects you throw are mumbles compared to the “I don’t love you’s.” Whoever said actions speak louder than words obviously never fell in love. So, here I am, alone and afraid. A lost wanderer in this world of hatred and loneliness. A society where there are people everywhere you go, but there is not a single person to know. You left me here to crumble in my own fear. To suffer from the horrible and torturing memories of your screams and your lies. Why would you do this? How could you possibly treat someone this badly? I lie awake all night, wondering how you can do what you did to me. Year after year you caged me. Here I stand, alone and afraid. Feeling filthy and unwanted. You took my soul. My life. My hopes. My dreams. I am nothing now. Nothing but a lost wanderer. Wandering this cruel world. I didn’t deserve this punishment. I didn’t deserve it at all. But when you grabbed me and began ripping my dignity away bit by bit, the fear arose within me. You told me I would soon die…..but why? Now I am free. You are gone and I am alone. I am free from you and I am free from the world…..but in a way I did die. In a way…I am still here. A lost wanderer. Alone….and afraid….