I have to choose to forgive you whenever I’m reminded of what you did to me, how you hurt me, and the scars you branded on my body and in my memories. I hope you are suffering the same way you made me suffer. I’m angry that you took away my choice, and I’m forced... Continue Reading →

I haven't decided which cuts deeper, her silence or passive aggression. When she does this, I am no longer an adult but a scared child wishing it would stop. She knows what it does to me, and at times, I think she enjoys it. I shouldn't let her get to me, but it's not that... Continue Reading →

That one drawer in the kitchen becomes home to objects that have no other place. Those old boxes in the garage pile up until you can't even remember what's in them anymore. The closet is full of unworn clothes, but they stay hung as you may need them someday. That agonizing memory holds your body... Continue Reading →

No one listens to what I am saying and the hurt behind my words. No one sees the pain behind my smile and the burdens I still carry. No one feels the regret that grows when I am vulnerable and left wishing I stopped trying. I feel alone.

Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day. He beckoned for me to follow him into my room and as usual, I obliged. I knew what would happen next because when he wanted my body he got it. I was face... Continue Reading →

I smiled as the glass shards were thrown in my back and I silently wept as everyone dreamed soundly. Cruel words were hurled at me as his bottle emptied and I brushed them off to no avail. He stole the joy, hope and innocence I once had and replaced it with the emptiness he bore.