Trayvon & Robyn’s Story

I’m tired of hiding; I’m tired of the pain; I’m tired of not living….

I want to feel loved; I want to be loved; I want to love.

Yet I am locked in a prison where the pain is forever present and the loneliness that surrounds my heart is suffocating. Though my friends surround me, the shackles remain. Even when the smile is present, and it seems to others that there is happiness within, it only hides the waterfall of tears.

Days have turned into years, doubt is forever hovering, fear is forever present.

Who do I trust? When do I believe again?

Can I have that one more chance to be a believer or has the time past?