It’s time I spill the beans.
My name is Maggie.
My life’s kind of trashy.
I try to change.
But people see me the same.
I grew up not knowing who I am.
Maybe that’s okay?
No one sees me for who I truly am.
All I can do is try to be who I am.
I just have to fight through the cuts, bruises and scars....
Everybody wants to judge me but nobody wants to listen to me. I told them what they did. But they didn't care. So I packed my bags and left. I never wanted to come back but I was forced to. I don't want to be here. Instead of hurting her, I hurt myself. I have scars from where I cut and a fresh new one from last night. Every time I'm in this house there is such a heavy burden on me. I want to esca...
We met at church. Which is kind of weird to find love at especially gay love. It all started with a church sleepover. You were talking about this person that you dated and I asked if they were a girl or boy and you hesitated not knowing if I was homophobic or not. You told me it was a girl and I told you I liked girls. Later that night we went bowling and you kept harassing me. When we finally wen...
I cry then I cut. Three cuts on my wrist. Swollen and sore. I try to hide them. No one has asked if I’m okay. I’m not and I need help. I need someone to be here for me and take away my burdens. The voices keep telling me that I’m not good enough and that I should give up. Help me…...
The constant screaming in my head makes me want to end it.
Those words you said to me make me want to bleed out.
I want to stay strong but I can't.
Breaking down into my pillow.
Sliding off the wall onto the floor.
My knees are quivering so I can barely stand up.
My hands can barely type out a message for help.
I want to disappear.
Is it too late to leave?
Do I run away or face it head on?
Or do...
