Inner Monologue Of The Raped And Beaten
My pants torn, half on, revealing my pale scratched skin to the moonlight. Am I brave now? Am I an inspiration now?
For The Friends That Don’t Know How Many Times I Almost Gave Up On Life
There’ve been countless nights when I’ve hid away behind claims of sickness to cry, alone. There’ve been nights when I’ve clasped my hands to my chest, holding the razor blade like it was my scepter, begging God to take me once and for all.
Here’s What It’s Like To Break Up With The Best Four Years Of Your Life
It’s not me, it’s you. Here lies my memories, in boxes and bags, dust collected on the floor where the furniture…
He Came Back, But This Time I’m Ready
I am a woman, strong and steady. There is a sense of peace that’s fallen over me. I have reclaimed the voice he ripped from my ribs, the voice he stifled underneath lies and deceit. My heart is no longer his.