I don’t consider my behaviour to be unusual, at least not in the beginning. I considered it as a mild curiosity, usually how it starts isn’t it. You see something that interest you and it causes you to be curious. You would want to know something’s about it at first, then the more you know …
I can’t exactly explain myself in the way that feels sane, especially after the things that happened to me the last time. I don’t think there is even a possible same manner to describe my behaviour after such a traumatic experience. It’s been weeks, months even since I invited my nightmare into my home and …
I look in the mirror and I see the reflection of me, not the me that I like but that I despise. She’s nothing like the image of me in my head. She’s worse. She’s a thorn in my side. She’s the person I try so desperately hard not to be but here she is looking …
How did I get my scars? Memories that will haunt me till the day I die. I’m not scared of those memories; I’m scared of what would happen if I decided to actually sit down and remember every horrifying detail. Do you know what it feels like to be bitten by a scorpion and have …
I had tried my best to get him to come back home. I had given him his space in the first two days then I immediately called on the morning of the third day and that was the only day he had answered my call. I called him every day but he neither declined nor …
Do you know what it feels like to be kept in bondage? To be trapped and help as a prisoner? Not because you did something wrong but because your female. Your kidnapped at a tender age and prosecuted. You are damaged beyond repair because of your innocence and naivety. You are beaten, battered, bruised, raped, …
He hurt me again, this time it wasn’t physically. At this point I don’t know which I prefer. If I had to pick between getting body slammed to the ground with possible injuries and broken bones, or having my already low self-esteem as well as mental health picked apart till I’m left more broken every …
When I said if you’d leave me, I’d die, it’s because I actually thought that I would, and when you let me, I actually did. Not in the physical representation of death but in the sense that a part of me died with you and the pain of losing you felt like dying. It was …
I lay here in a puddle of my own blood watching the time go by and the life drain out of me. I did this to myself though. It wasn’t like I was attacked and left to die. I picked up that brand new knife that I bought just for this occasion, after much thought …
I don’t understand my feelings recently. I don’t even have the energy to feel. I know I’m numb, but everything just looks like broken glass. I’m fighting the need to feel sorry for myself but its getting really hard when things keep showing me my worthlessness. Everyone wants to fix me, but no one wants …
