Fighting the Wrong Battle

The battle within me began when I was nine. I’d crawl under a laundry basket and feel all alone. Somehow I didn’t feel safe in this world. I didnt feel like I belonged, but most of all I didn’t feel loved. Everytime I got close to someone I’d push them away with my feelings ofContinue reading “Fighting the Wrong Battle”

Life on the Inside of Me

I see her sitting there, she can’t breathe from all the pain she feels inside. She wants to let it out, to release it, but there is no one who cares to help her feel it. Sometimes she feels that dying is better than living with no one to understand her pain. I wish IContinue reading “Life on the Inside of Me”