at the risk of being tamed

And then suddenly I’m right back here where I started. At the point where I hurt myself to stop myself from hurting. The cuts are not deep but they are frequent and now they’re just thin red burns of focus and clarity on the inside of my wrist. Oh people write so much prose about [..more..]

Better Thinhs

I deserve so much better then what you give me. I do not want to be “the man” of the relationship.

I was abused, it happened. Not once, not twice, hundreds of times. So many times I lost count. And no one actually cares. I’ve told people. They act like they care; they say it will get better, and that I should tell someone. IT WILL NOT EVER GET BETTER. They have no idea, with their [..more..]