I’m not okay, this is not okay…I cannot do this anymore, because I don’t want to do this anymore and why does that make me weak – do you know what I have lived through, what I live through 24/7 360…it’s been two years, one month and 10 days and I am still NOT okay and people judge me for it.Are you all cooked in the head, who in hades name would ask to be raped, beaten and to top it...

There are times were I find words elude me and I watch from the side lines of my self build inner fortress - as the poor individual that’s crossed my path, begs for anything, for just one word and yet, I can’t.Some say it is because I won’t, but I have them all in my head, I hear them as they taunt me, over and over again, but when I open my mouth it feels as though there is this rope about...

There are things that are so hidden within her that not even she knows they lie there dormant, waiting for a chance to raise their weary heads and make themselves known – it’s been a while since she touched at the corners of the memories filled of you, its been a while since she traced her fingers tips across the gold plated memory box that she folded you into...and yet even with this mere...

The noise is just too much and no matter how hard I try, I can not shield my ears from the torture of his cries.I long to rescue him, to envelope him into my protective embrace and with one look chase away the demons that follow him from his dreams. I long to feel his warmth, seep into my forever cold limbs and rekindle a forgotten hope of yesterday. I long to shelter him from this life of...

She watches from the side lines, forever being held at arms length, never fitting in...her eyes take them in as her ears listen and a part of her cries to be one, but she is not that girl....she is not that person and yet who is she, for she can not be the person you are looking for her to be and yet she is lost...lost even to herself!And you scream your questions of who is she and she knows not,...