Hell and Heaven

For the people around me, it looks like I’m going through hell now.
Like I was so much happier 'then.' But my hell was then. I'm so much better now.
If the hell I'm going through now is heaven for me, what was my hell like?

I was mostly dead. I didn’t feel much. I didn’t live on this planet.
My hell was prison. Trapped in a body. Trapped in a mind. Trapped in a secret.
The only way out seemed like the end of me.
That is what it does to a child.
Not the memories. Not the feelings. Not the pain.
But what it does to your soul. That it rips away your everything.
Killing your spirit. Your will to live.

But you can’t hurt him. No one can hurt him.
Because he carried your heart and your soul. Now inside him.
Another thing he stole from you.

And then you can’t take it anymore. It comes out.
You are rescued. A little glimpse of hope.
And you realize that besides the hell, there is also a heaven.