Thin white scars littered her dark skin, in no way reminiscent of the manner for which she had received them.
Some believed her to be one of _those. _People so unhappy with the life they were given that they caused themselves harm to feel alive.
Others saw the scars that covered her stomach and believed her to be the victim of abuse.
None of this was fact, for if they looked deeper they would...
Everything I do is to show my love.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Every ounce of my being is put into loving them.
The bright bursts of happiness begin with them. Growing and growing till my love fills the room.
They look at me with the most love when I take my beautiful blade and run it down their skin. I love the way they always shake with anticipation and scream with pleasure.
I know I ha...
Voices. Rough and agitated.
Was that Japanese I was hearing?
Opening the only eye that wasn’t swollen shut, I analyzed the scene. The ropes that tied my hands and feet to the chair were braided with nylon making them impossible to break.
These guys were obviously minorly intelligent as they had bolted my chair to the ground.
From what I could hear, I was in an open space with 6 men on every ...
She was everything to my nothing. The beauty to my beast. Everything she touched turned to gold, while everything that hit my fingertips turned to dust. I have to turn what is hers into what is mine.
Sometimes I think I would do anything to take over everything she has. To claw my way up from the depths of her shadow and take over. I daydream of forcing her to her knees, of forcing her pretty li...
Then we jump.
The force of the wind yanks my hair from its loose bun. Turning my face I looked into the face of my dear sister. Her eyes remained focused on the water waiting for us below.
The reality of our current situation shattered the calm I had felt before now. I could feel the scream itching to escape my throat and my mind raced to find a solution.
There was none.
There was no way out...
I am made entirely of flaws,
stitched together by good intentions.
Everybody’s little doll,
perfect for all your dirty jobs
yet not enough to receive your love.
All I desire to be is seen.
Appreciation is the hope that weaved my body.
Love is the thread that holds me together.
Hope is the ichor that pumps my heart.
You all look at me with wariness and disgust,
already naming me “Monster” in ...
“Listen. You might think this to be a little weird considering we aren’t that close.” My hand sneaked its way to my curls. “But I figured that I had nothing to lose, with me going to college soon and everything.”
My voice was shaking. My fingers tangled themselves in my hair, twisting and pulling. Forcing myself to look up, I met his eyes. The expectant look on his face made my heart drop and al...
Day 1
My therapist says I have to start journaling my “feelings”. How do I even do that? How do I put all the emotions raging through my body, down on paper?
What does she want me to say? That I’m okay? I mean I’m not, but if it will get her off my back, I can pretend. I can.
I think.
Day 3
My mom got mad because I skipped yesterdays journaling. Even though yesterday was the funeral serv...
I watched in terror as my best friend barreled into the room, tripping over the person laying in the doorway. The blade in her right hand slipped, promptly planting itself in the wall three inches from my face.
When her body hit the ground, the end of her assault rifle swung with her body, firing automatically. The men around her dropped like flies as stray bullets took out their neighbors. A fe...
Life without you,
A mindless existence.
My heart pursues you with utter persistence.
Every laugh we shared,
Every time you said you cared.
You left my heart in a state of despair.
Life without you,
Peaceful days
Without your noisy ways.
Knowledge of how we ended
Of everything I worked to mend,
Tossed down the drain,
Leaving nothing but pain
In your absence...
