Broken Girl: From Trials to Freedom
dis·so·ci·a·tion: the disconnection or separation of something from something else or the state of being disconnected.
This act of separation became second nature to me, a saving grace if you will. 749 more words
1 day, 5 hours
Grow the fuck up.
So this is going to a be rant of day 10 in my 30 day challenge: Write about something in which you feel strongly. 891 more words
4 days, 4 hours
This is my first attempt at a poem in years. Let me know what you think. All comments welcome.
If you had known the person I was inside… 132 more words
4 days, 11 hours
It’s a breath of formaldehyde,
Like I’m getting a head start.
I weighed my options before I lit up,
And I watched the scales tip. 66 more words
5 days, 8 hours
Mommy shakes her head because she doesn’t understand.
She calls it “food issues” and makes it seem trivial,
Asks what she can do to help you, and when you tell her, 628 more words
Getting out of bed
I don’t care to wake,
I don’t care to move,
I don’t care to put myself together,
And put myself away. 114 more words
There she sits, napping in my locker at school.
Come lunch she begs to be let out and played with,
Knowing I’ve been destroyed by looks and words. 285 more words