Some people like being *******.
Being ******* scarred me.
Being ******* unable to stop the torture, was disturbing.
Some people will never understand this torture.

He said it was the goodbye to our relationship.
This was a goodbye no one wants.
People thought it was consensual with the marks on my neck.
They were wrong this wasn't consensual, it took my self esteem.

The ties were broken after that night.
When the ties were broken, he didn't like that.
He made different media accounts under different names to see me.
I'm proud to say I survived the ties but not many do.

What doesn't **** you
Makes you stronger
Well the first part isn't true
It doesn't **** it conquers

It wipes over every thought
To the point you think nothing but
And with every muscle you fought
It wasn't enough to even leave a small cut

See this thing takes over
Lives and breathes disaster
Leaving your arms and leg cover
Shutting people out so you speak no answer

Pushing family and friends away
Going to that dark place
Letting your mind decay
Needing someone to embrace

But in a time when everything was broken
I looked up and you was standing there
with a smile on my face my heart awoken
Healing me like walking Medicare

And now 3 years later we are getting married
We grew so much together
When your close I feel like I'm in a sanctuary
Our love for each other is a tether

We survived with each other
Through the bad and worst times
We have watched over one another
To make sure we dont cross lines

From here it's all uphill
Making memories and creating pacts
I love you and forever will
Nothing can change that

The flower in the
wasteland exudes
life itself:
The physical
entity of
determination and
will to live.
Yes she may be
damaged from all
the toxic
surroundings.
And yes there
were times she
accepted her
weakness.
But she still
prevails.
Sprouting joy
despite all that.
She's special.
She's the flower
that survived.

-HIY

Father Time, look what's become of me
Slowly you stripped away all the possibilities
Now I'm fragile and old
I'm growing cold

This live of mine is incomplete
Look a cliff,  I think I'll leap
Better to take the plunge
Than live a life on the run

For time has swept away
All the joys of the day
As silent as a thief in the night
You came and stole my sight

Now I see only shades of gray
Standing in the rains of decay
Gone are the years of yesterday

All I have are memories of a life survived
Of a life where happiness was deprived
So Father Time please make my time on this earth short
I'm tired of the way you distort

I welcome your friend, the reaper
The very first  keeper