It is not the beauty of your face but the scars you bear that make me love you...
I've been hit pretty bad with bad thoughts and memories. Not that I totally want to go fully into detail, as I am not ready to fully admit what happened, but I know that the scars from it remain and lately have been shown.
I scream inside for longing, love, acceptance, and answers. To know that is wasn't my fault, to just know why and get closure... But where do I go from here? I cannot even say what happened to me out loud but the memories haunt my dreams.
Long nights of fantasy mixed with the reality come together to torment me, filling me with more and more questions... that part of me is buried so deep that I don't know the entirety of what it was.
I am a small child inside screaming to me picked up and taken care of, to feel that I can actually carry my own weight, and until that day my scars will not be seen but through yours I see and know your pain and for a moment, I am not afraid anymore....
I've been hit pretty bad with bad thoughts and memories. Not that I totally want to go fully into detail, as I am not ready to fully admit what happened, but I know that the scars from it remain and lately have been shown.
I scream inside for longing, love, acceptance, and answers. To know that is wasn't my fault, to just know why and get closure... But where do I go from here? I cannot even say what happened to me out loud but the memories haunt my dreams.
Long nights of fantasy mixed with the reality come together to torment me, filling me with more and more questions... that part of me is buried so deep that I don't know the entirety of what it was.
I am a small child inside screaming to me picked up and taken care of, to feel that I can actually carry my own weight, and until that day my scars will not be seen but through yours I see and know your pain and for a moment, I am not afraid anymore....
opheliadoll:
Absolutely beautiful writing. I relate so, so much to this. My heart goes out to you for what you have been through.