awake in seeing the real you… the one you put on like a favorite perfume… we go around and around in a little dance… but fear and loneliness was never my idea of romance…. obsession isn’t love, it’s a shade of insanity…. one where… your heart and mind will never know how to… be free….

I own you sweetie… You don’t take a step without my command… You don’t speak a word unless I give you permission… Don’t you ever forget your place… The roof over your head… The clothes on your back… Everything you have is mine… Don’t you ever forget… Under my house…. You will follow my rules……

there’s pain… there’s memories…. close my eyes and get lost in time and hurt repeatedly…. there are still parts of me that hate you for what you did to me… there are still parts of me that love you for what you did to me… at one time… my whole life and identity revolved around…

I’m alive. To me… Surviving with my life is everything. When fear tries to keep me down… This is what I come back to. I am alive. My story isn’t over. I haven’t lost yet. Every breath. Every step. Every choice. Matters. I know sorrow. I know pain. But every set back is a step…

they talk as if they know you… but they can’t even get close. celebrate your successes and raise your glass to this toast. because you’re beautiful just the way you are… the way you are. keep kind words and encouragement never too far. you have value and worth in this sometimes heartless world. adversity came…

I wonder how many have survived you… Love is blind in what it imprisons us to. But your love was fear in disguise. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the darkness in your eyes. Or the damage from your lies. How do you carry on as you do? How do you rationalize…

She’s a survivor… She doesn’t need you to revive her. The past doesn’t hold the cure. In the moments you doubt her ability to overcome, She’ll prove to you she’s more than the place where she’s from. Dysfunction and neglect. Family is a sensitive subject. But she won’t stay silent when you slander her name.…