How?

Is there something wrong with me? Am I that scarred from my past? I want to change To be normal, To be understandable, But I’m not normal             And Never will be. But I want to. How?

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P.S. I LOVE YOU

The last time I watched this stupid movie I cried. Tears poured down my face Sobbed like a silly schoolgirl over love lost.     The tears were for pain. Anger for always meeting the wrong one Sadness because no one ever stuck around     The last time I watched this stupid movie I … Continue reading P.S. I LOVE YOU

My Past

Hiss Hiss. At first it was just a slight touch. A touch that excited me beyond imagination That touch would Unknowingly Change my entire life. Hiss. Hiss. Slowly I was being sucked in. Suffocated. I was mute. Speechless Couldn’t say a word. Nor could I scream for help. It was as if I was drowning in my own blood. Dying emotionally … Continue reading My Past

Abuse

Whimpering, crying, screaming—hurt Quiet, still, abashed—silent The bruises can’t be seen through my undershirt. Makeup, smiles, money—divert My mouth is shut in fear—violent Whimpering, crying, screaming—hurt I toss and turn—alert My anger boils inside—quiet The bruises can’t be seen through my undershirt. I want to tell my story—blurt I’m sick of spewing blood—diet Whimpering, crying, … Continue reading Abuse