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478 · Nov 2014
How Can This Feel So Real?
NitaAnn Nov 2014
My wrists hurt, my hands are numb
I look down reaching for my suffering
I examine, looking at each carefully
Feeling it's pain with my other hand
I search for the ropes that tie them
Nothing exists
The skin tingles and pulsates beneath my fingertips
How can this feel so real?

Screaming and choking
I search my neck
Pulling  and tugging at it
I need to release his hands that are killing me
I search
Nothing exists
His grip so tight around me..
How can this feel so real?

I lay curled up on the floor, gasping for air
Crying uncontrollably, unable to move
I am being torn in two
Its an invisible ****.
I am alone, I am safe
Yet...I feel so small and defenseless
His weight crushes me, I cannot breathe
He isn't here
He doesn't exist anymore
My body is shattered into a million pieces
How can this feel so real?

I lay motionless
The world spins around me.
I am dead now
There is no pain where the dead reside.
There they have butterflies, rainbows and laughter.
I want to join them. I run to the dead ones.
They welcome me with open arms
I let go
This doesn't exist
My body is not ruined and broken anymore

I wake up
477 · Nov 2013
I will leave this life...
NitaAnn Nov 2013
Tonight I have been overcome by the weary darkening of overwhelming feelings. They pulsate through my veins, taking control... I fight all the frantic thoughts and I'm not sure what's becoming of me.
At times I don't care; I just want to be empty and so I push everyone away and close the doors around me.

I have lost my way. I've been dropped on a desert island and it's just me here, alone with my thoughts. My head has become a war zone.

You see it doesn't matter how you try to escape it, doesn't matter how hard you try to run you'll never run fast enough. For it has no features or feelings, it is flat and lifeless yet it hates me and seeks to ruin me more than anything else could. If I were to die would it be gone to? Its only reason for existence is to wreck me.  There's nowhere to go from here.  

I will leave this life...
I'm not doing this again tonight - fighting all of this inside of me. I can't - I'm way to tired to do it anymore. Bury me with my blanket - you can keep the rest!  Let's face it - there may be a 'minute' of feeling pain-free.  But honestly, isn't this terminal?  I'm too tired to do it anymore.  Not tonight.  See you soon, Jimmy!
477 · Nov 2014
Not Tonight
NitaAnn Nov 2014
You left me alone in the middle of hell
I am leaving me too
TTYFL!

I am not doing this again tonight
Fighting all of this inside of me.
I cannot...I am way too tired to do it anymore.
Bury me with my blanket...you can keep the rest!
Let's face it...there may be a 'minute' or feeling pain-free.  
But honestly, isn't this terminal?  
I am too tired to do it anymore.  
Not tonight.  


I am NitaAnn:
Someone to ****
Someone to make you laugh
Someone to hit
Someone to make you smile
Someone to abuse
Someone to be here for you
Someone to clean up your mess
Someone to forget about
Until I am gone...

Do not worry - I will not 'bother' you with my pain.  
I will 'deal with it' after all are in bed...I will NOT reach out.
No one cares anyway - just smile and walk away.
Go ahead and abuse me - I deserve it and I will not be here anyway.
It isn't me.  
There is no "me"
I am not real - I am an empty shell
You will never see me cry!
You will NEVER see my pain!
I am broken but you will never know.

In the face of 'expected abandonment or *******'
you know what you have to do, NitaAnn.  
Yes, I have always known.

Smile pretty for everyone, NitaAnns.
Smile and walk away....
475 · Jun 2014
Father's Day
NitaAnn Jun 2014
Fathers' Day is kind of a difficult "holiday" for me. In a lot of ways, my dad was a good dad. We were always fed and clothed, had a roof over our heads, and have plenty of good things to remember. This might sound horrible but sometimes I try really hard NOT to think about the ways he was a good dad, because it sort of makes me blame myself for the ways he was not. I think, "he has so many good qualities, it must have been something about me." In my mind, I know it wasn't my fault, but in my heart, it's a bit more difficult to "get it."

So this Fathers' Day I have decided to try to think about only the good things and not the bad, as far is my dad is concerned. And to pretty much just try to make the day about my children's dad and other dads I happen to know who are great, even though they might not be my dad.
475 · May 2013
Escape
NitaAnn May 2013
Trapped in this mind
An impossible box
No escape from the madness.

Tiny locks everywhere
None of the keys fit
Failed attempts at happiness.

Was I born with it?
Did it happen out of nowhere?
No answers to be found.

Every part of my being aches
An insatiable urge to end it
Sweet freedom escapes me.

Crying alone in the dark
No longer able to function
Hit the exit button now.

If there is a god
Surely a supreme being
Offers no punishment

No justification for being here
I am not the one who leaves
Always the one to be left.

They leave one by one
Some by death
Some by betrayal.

The space gets lonelier
It gets colder
It closes in on me.

Suffocating under the weight
Of a sadness that never ceases
Overtaking my heart and mind.
472 · Nov 2014
Physical Pain
NitaAnn Nov 2014
The pain is more than I can take
I am at my max for pain pills
Still it hurts
Throbbing constantly
Sharp stabbing intermittently
I cannot take anymore
I try other means
but nothing offers relief
I am so tired
I am so sick
Why does death not claim me??
I know it's waiting around the corner.

Please come take me now!
NitaAnn Apr 2014
I have been hanging on by a thread for several months now.
I feel so emotionally fragile
that I feel like a strong wind could ******* away.
I don’t expect anyone to understand.
I used to…but I really don’t anymore.
Because of the uncontrollable rage and terror and hopelessness,
I have engaged in self-destructive behavior (nothing illegal [yet]).
I have cut myself, drank too much, taken too many pills.
I have screamed and cried
Banged my head against the wall and the floor.
I have begged God to let me die
Begged Him to help me live.
Don't even know which way to turn anymore...everything I touch turns to crap. I am a utter failure and disappointment for so many. I am able to see what possible reason there is for continuing. Why?? Why continue to struggle??? I vote cut the losses now and end it! If anybody has something to say different, say it now otherwise I am gone.
Deuces.
469 · Jun 2020
Looking Back
NitaAnn Jun 2020
Looking back over the last twelve years
Wondering why I am still here
Unsuccessive at living or ending my life

Have there been good times?
I suppose that depends
On your definition of good

Its an anniversary
Reminders of the pain and grief
That I both endured and gave

Looking back
I am more than that
I survived - I have overcome
466 · Sep 2014
My Mask
NitaAnn Sep 2014
Taking it off
Laying it aside
Tired of pretending

Go ahead, take a good look
This is the horror beneath
That I tried to protect you from
But you did not keep your promises

Lies, Liar
I thought I could trust
Once again, I am the one hurt
I have learned the lesson of betrayal

Now I am done
So over smiling
Acting like everything is okay

Let the world see the
Evil that is me
Let the world feel
My pent up wrath

Taking it off
Laying it aside
Tired of pretending

Sorry...not sorry!
NitaAnn Apr 2014
I do not feel well. I called off of work today due to exhaustion. I have tried to relax today to attempt to reduce the blood pressure but I don’t feel well still. I recognize that it is mostly my fault. I haven’t taken care of myself this week – well let’s be honest…I never really take care of myself – even a heart attack at 40 is not enough of a wake-up call to change my behaviors.  I feel sort of shaky and weak and I really want  someone, anyone to tell me what to do…but there’s no one  anymore and so I will stay here within myself praying for something (?) sleep?  Dissociation to take me away so I can escape all of it for awhile.

I just cannot turn around and ask for help. I wouldn’t even know who to ask. Why? I don’t know exactly. Fear… Maybe… Stubbornness…Perhaps. I don’t know why. When you get hurt it’s difficult to put yourself out there again – for fear of being hurt again. And right now it’s just easier to pretend to the outside world that all is well and I am a-ok – even though that isn’t true. But honestly, I don’t think it matters...anyway…the “truth”.

Aren’t I being a good little NitaAnn by not facing any of it? I mean, I did take all my meds today, and I slept til noon, up for a bit then a nap now thinking it’s time for bed again. Being physically ill along with my other mental hang-ups is not a good combination. The unrelenting darkness…it’s still here – it’s just as strong as it was before, but I will do what others expect of me…throwing it all into a leaky bucket so it does not bother anyone else.

I have nowhere to go for help, really. I am no longer burdening DT with any of this…it’s not fair – it’s just too much for him to deal with. Anyone really. Too many things, too much trauma from childhood, from the teens…and any work done this far has felt like someone putting a band-aid on a gaping stab wound. And  I have perfected the art of pushing away from me anybody else who may want to care about me. I am so difficult to love. Ask my parents.

I don’t feel well now. And yet here they are – the overwhelming ‘feelings’…relentlessly returning to my front door, insisting they have their say and I remain their captive audience.

This won’t end well. There is no hope. There is only this. There is no hope. I want to wrap up in my blanket…into a quiet dark corner and cry and pray for something to make it all end. I need it to stop. It has to stop. Please, just stop.

I’m scared. 5 year old cries for DT, for his comfort, for the look of safety in his eyes. I want DT to help me but he isn’t here anymore…it was too much for him too. But I’m scared. Scared…miserable….frightened. No one to help. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t feel well. No help – but I don’t deserve help anyway. I deserve nothing. So I ask for nothing. I will never ask again. Never.

Stay away from me, everyone. I am no good. Not even my own mother would stand by me because she knew…she knew! DT knew! He knew too! I showed him all of me and he knew that I was bad. There’s no hope. There is nothing. I feel nothing. I will never feel. Nothing. I am nothing. Nothing.
465 · Aug 2014
Lump
NitaAnn Aug 2014
I find myself tangled in the lump of my throat.  
Trapped somewhere between my mind of logic and my twisted and aching heart I am dizzy with conflict.  
I am worth something.  
I am worth nothing.  
I am worth more than words can offer.

That familiar lump squeezes and twists my weary emotions as I grasp for a momentary breath of logic.
A thought that reassures what kindness says; an understanding that I am so much more than what he said.  
But in that moment his words, his actions; they come crashing down on me as the lump threatens to engulf me.

Pain and bitter bile wash over me
The choices seem so non-existent.  
Why else would his hatred spiral?  
Why else would a child so young bear such deep and burdened scars?

It must be because I am worth so little.

The secrets that we shared.  
The secrets that I keep.  
These are the fuel to ignite a burning lump of torture.  
I struggle to move on
I struggle to let go while the lump clutches its tiny treasure.  
How do I feel my worth when all I feel is the pain wiping away even the smallest doubt that he might have been wrong?

I want to breathe.  
I want to feel the full capacity of worth expand until that lump of disbelief is pushed aside for good.  

I want to exhale until I know that he was wrong.
463 · Nov 2013
Missing You, Jimmy
NitaAnn Nov 2013
I miss my big brother so much I ache. He was the world to me. He cared for me when nobody else was there for me. He taught me things that helped to become who I am today.  I miss our closeness and our days spent just laughing and doing nothing. I miss us talking about everything and nothing. I miss sharing our hopes for the future. I wish I could have some of that back, even for just a moment. He was always supposed to be here, but somebody changed that by taking him away from me forever.

I remember that horrible phone call like it was yesterday. The day that I was told that I would never have you beside me in this journey anymore. I was stunned. How was possible that I would never get to talk to you again?? I spend days in a daze, unbelief, waiting for the phone to ring and hear your voice on the other end. It never happened, and days slowly turned to months and months into years. It has now been over 6 years since I have talked to you in person.

Day by day I think of you, how can all of this be true? I can't believe you're really gone, I still can't accept it, even after so long. Just the thought of you makes me cry, I never even got the chance to say goodbye. I don't know if it will ever get better. You were my brother and I loved you like no other. I would take your place if I had a choice. But now I have to let you rest, although without you my world's a mess. I miss you with all of my heart!
My older brother, Jimmy was murdered on May 13, 2006. I have been missing him so much and wishing that he has here still with me! RIP big bro and we shall be together again soon!! I love you, Jimmy!!
NitaAnn Nov 2014
I'm so scared! I need someone to hold my hand tonight...

I have so many things swirling around in my head right now – SO many feelings I cannot even begin to name. I feel safer writing than sitting and I am unable to talk about them. I am living in crippling fear…unable to sleep, unable to eat…and fighting with everything inside of me to get through each night. And it’s too much tonight…so much I want to talk, there’s so much to say…but she won’t let me talk. I’m scared. It’s overwhelming me tonight, I cannot breathe and I am poised and ready for flight now.

Nights like tonight…there have been a lot of them…I would reach out to DT and beg him to help me, just to get through this moment…and he would comfort me and tell me that I am okay…but I can’t hear him now. I know I should be able to do this. I am an adult…but I don’t feel like an adult. I feel like a scared little girl- living for others at the expense of my own needs.

I want someone  to hold my hand tonight because it is crushing me and I am afraid…

I need it to stop for awhile. I can throw it all in a bucket during the day and I can dazzle the world…so why does it have to hurt so bad at night? Why can’t I make it stop? It's like a pressure cooker...and I can 'contain' it and deflect, and divert attention, but it is bubbling over tonight and scalding me!

What happened? I just want to be okay…I just want it to stop.
453 · Nov 2014
Red Red Red
NitaAnn Nov 2014
All I see is red
So angry
So hurt
Sitting here
Cutting
Letting the blood flow
Releases some of my hurt.

****** mess
What happens
When I get carried away
The blade has a mind of its own
One cut turns into twenty.

I need to
Make that final cut
The one that brings sweet relief
Ends the anger and hurt.
450 · Nov 2013
Too Much To Bare
NitaAnn Nov 2013
No matter how hard I try this thing,
What happened to me,
Will always be here apart of my life.
My reason for reacting certain ways,
The reason I interact with people the way I do,
And the reasons I make the decisions I make.
That's the thing that is the hardest I think.
Not the abuse or what was actually done
But how it follows you around for the rest of your life,
Affecting everything that your life ever touches.
Sometimes I wonder how I can ever have the life that I want
Without all of this creeping up on me once again and ruining everything.
How can I be a good wife or a mother when this looms over me daily?
I have grown so much
And yet no matter what the amount of growth is
I never seem to feel like I'm far enough away from it to actually begin my life.
I sometimes feel so defective and unable to make decisions on my own.
I can't live out the rest of my life this way.
Something has to change.
I need a shift in the universe to break me from this.
Break me away from my own mind.
My mind that sometimes seems like poison is growing in.
I've pulled so much of the poison out,
Worked so hard and yet it continues to grow.
How can one person’s actions ruin another person’s life so much?
Maybe I gave him the power to ruin me so much.
Maybe I allowed it by letting myself feel too much, remember too much.
Maybe he's still in my head because I'm allowing him to be.
But then how do I make it go away?
Sometimes I actually miss those days where I had worked so hard
To block the memories out that it was as if they barely existed.
I could pretend to be whoever I wanted during the day
And cry alone for reasons I didn't even know at night.
It seems if that was easier.
To pretend.
Because once you stop pretending reality sets in.
You realize that this is who you are,
Those were the people that were your parents,
This is your life.
And once you realize that,
Sometimes it’s too much to bare.
446 · Jan 2015
Nobody
NitaAnn Jan 2015
nobody sees my struggle
the pain which never leaves
nobody really cares
forever and always
alone i will be

i wish you could talk
you have always been here
tonight you are shiny and new
i can rely on you
to slice into the pain
make it flow red from my body
rid me of the evil inside

why did i think i could
face this without you
you are the constant
my one and only

tonight we face this together
one slice at a time
let's dance slowly
working our way to
a blessed end
nobody really cares like they say they do! tiredof the lies! he lied to me from birth about his love! nobody is gonna understand, just end it now while you still can!
445 · Jun 2014
Healing Exercise
NitaAnn Jun 2014
Complete the sentences:
I am:  
so much more than I give myself credit for.
I want:  
to smile, and mean it.
I wish:  
so much didn't have to be a secret, because it's tiring.
I hate:  
that I don't hate him.
I miss:  
normal, even though I am not sure I know what normal is.
I fear:  
nights, noises, intimacy.
I hear:  
the unkind words in my dreams. But also the kind ones, when I'm awake. ( I just struggle to believe them, but I hear.)
I wonder:  
if he's sorry.
I regret:  
not telling sooner.
I am not:  
what was done to me.
I dance:  
only when I am drunk.
I sing:  
in the car.
I cry:  
at night, most nights, as quietly as I can.
I am not always:  
OK when I say I am.
I make with my hands:  
representations of how I see the world, but sometimes they are disturbing.
I write:  
in my journal, almost every night.
I confuse:  
people's busyness with uncaring.
I need:  
to take better care of myself.
I should:  
think positive.
444 · Jun 2014
10W
NitaAnn Jun 2014
10W
Alone
Scared
Why
Always Ends
So Tired
It is
Over
430 · Oct 2014
Hear Me
NitaAnn Oct 2014
Why do you not listen
I am tired of explaining
Now my silence is overwhelming

I am hurting inside
Searching for answers

Wishing I could put aside my adversion to touch
I want to be held
I want to be reassured by your strength
I need reassurance
Cause I am drowning

Please hear me

Help me Hold me
430 · May 2013
Innocence Lost
NitaAnn May 2013
Innocence splintered in just one second.
Teardrops stained the bed of roses.
Cries screamed out from the ignorant.
Purity taken along with her voice.
Stripped down to just empty sighs.
Slammed against the walls of seclusion.
Trust disappears with ***** promised secrets.
Ripped apart until pieces are left.
Gathering up the broken life bits.
Together they make a complex puzzle.
They are still alone for now.
Jagged edges are hard to force.
NitaAnn Feb 2014
I feel very overwhelmed…like unable to think about what I need to do – overwhelmed.
I guess it’s a good thing breathing is involuntary

My favorite pajama pants are all ******
I think I’m going to throw them away.

I want someone to hold me
but I don’t want to be touched
429 · Jun 2014
Little Girl, Part II
NitaAnn Jun 2014
Little girl with long dark hair
hides in her room again tonight.
Another long day has come to an end,
maybe this time she'll get it right.
Her desperate prayers have got to be wrong.
His answers shouldn't take this long.
She dials His number and recites the words,
...nobody ever seems to be home.
She looks out the window and checks the sky
...the lights are on but nobody answers the phone.
So she fixes her nightgown and crawls back into bed,
she straightens her blankets and lays down her head.
This little girl with long dark hair
will wait another night for someone to care.

Dark haired girl with eyes of blue
wakes up alone, just another day.
She goes through the motions like the day before
never thinking there might be something more.
This life of hers is as good as it gets
she "should be grateful and have no regrets."
But the pain inside just grows and grows
This poor girl hurts and nobody knows...

...it won't stop hurting. I can't make it go away. I can't stop crying on this miserable day. I keep on praying, but it doesn't help at all. I can't last much longer. Who will notice my fall? I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear. I'm dying inside, all I feel is fear. I'm so tired of always feeling cold. I'm sick of not having a hand to hold. I'm sick and tired of coming in second place. I hate closing my eyes and seeing your face. Everyone seems too busy to care. It's not like I expect them to notice or share, but why can't they look? Why don't they see that I am not who I am pretending to be. So many tears still roll down my face, leaving behind only but a trace, of many painful memories that can never be erased...

She writes these words in a desperate plea, hoping to God that someone might see.

Another tearful night but she doesn't muffle her cries
praying the Lord will take her soul when she dies.
The dark haired girl is little no more.
Looking back makes her sick, sick to her core.

...Sometimes the hurting subsides, but it never goes away. It only perpetuates the cycle that I believe will always stay. I'm so afraid to cry, to believe, admit, or even ask why. So I just doubt, second guess, and justify all of the confusion I feel inside...

In case you haven't noticed, if you don't see,
this poem is a story all about me.

...I have a secret that nobody knows
shhhh! Should I tell? This is how it goes:
Everything I am is a happy cliche--big smiles, endless laughter
but that's only today. What happens behind closed doors?
When the world gets in the way?
There's no point in screaming...nobody hears you anyway.

Raindrops on my windshield are the tears I cannot cry.
Loneliness surrounds me while life passes by.
Dreaming comes so easily because it's all that I've known.
Truth is a fairytale. I'm scared and I'm alone.
My darkest days are behind me, still nothing seems quite right,
as I sort my lost emotions on this long and sleepless night.
I know it's not just me who feels horrible inside.
I'm exhausted from always trying to expose these things I hide.
Yet, it's all just temporary--these things I do and say.
Maybe soon I will be able to heal.
Starting today...
428 · Nov 2014
Every Night
NitaAnn Nov 2014
Every night is a nightmare with demons and monsters
Invading every inch of my body
But every 'day' is a gift.

He will stay here, and he will taunt me and he will hurt me.  
And it is as scary and as painful now as it was then...
But I will deal with it.

Even if it means remaining frozen in this chair until the sun comes up.
I will not "reach" out - or "ask" anyone for anything!!!
Ever!

I hope you can understand that these are my limits and boundaries.

I will not ask for "love" or "support" ~ in the face of expected abandonment...I will make the choice to 'deal with it" now - alone!
I will just sit here - frozen in this hell - until the sun comes up.

But tomorrow morning, when the sun does break in the East
I will once again put on the mask and walk on sunshine.
And I will hide behind that mask because it's safe.  
Because I understand that no one will ever accept the Nita behind the mask.  

That's okay - it's all ok....Every day is a gift....

Every night is a total nightmare complete with demons and monsters invading every orifice of me...

But every day - every day is a gift.

I was designed more for public than for private, you know.

I am living the American Dream....

Every single day is a gift.
427 · Jan 2014
My Prayer
NitaAnn Jan 2014
God please help me. I come to you because I no longer feel deserving of your love. I am ***** and I know that you cannot accept me. I am used up like trash and there is nothing left of myself to offer to you. I feel forever tainted and unworthy of your guidance and love. I am as a phony in your house. I should not have come to your place of worship. I feel like an outsider there not deserving of the information that so many others take for granted. I am sorry that I am unholy, that I am the sin of this earth. The filth of my hands should not grip your Bible. My mind is destroyed with the images that play in it; I can no longer absorb your truths. Please God forgive my unrighteousness.
Everyone can tell me a million times that I am not the one who is *****. But I can't help how I feel. In time I hope to move past this. But with new memories resurfacing and showing me the bitter truth of how bad things truly got I cannot go to God in this moment. I will keep my distance for a while. I'm sure when I am ready He will be there waiting for me.
425 · Jan 2014
I have reached the bottom
NitaAnn Jan 2014
I have reached the bottom of the well of logic & rationality today...
and it is bone dry!

Gosh, it sounds like you had a really bad night last night.
Really?
I hadn't noticed Dr. Obvious!  
I don't need "validation" about how hard the night was!

NEWSFLASH
I WAS THERE!

  At least for some of it!
And the most fabulous thing is...
if you hang on till the next day,
no matter how much it *****,
you get a quick pat on the back for not "hurting" yourself.

NEWSFLASH # 2
Doesn't make it **** any less!!!!!

I have reached deep into the well of logic and rationality today and the well is dry.
So I'm done!
  FINISHED!  
NO MORE TALKING OR REACHING OUT!

It doesn't matter.  It never did.  
I can't do it.  I am not strong enough.
And it seems as though it doesn't matter
how difficult it is as long as you don't cut yourself
then everyone thinks everything is fine.

And I want to just scream out:
NOTHING IS FINE!!! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?
I COULD NOT BE FURTHER THAN FINE!
  
But it wouldn't matter if I did...no one listens.  
If there are no external scars - no one listens - so it doesn't matter.
422 · Jul 2014
I just cannot give up now
NitaAnn Jul 2014
I just cannot give up now....
I admit, and have admitted before,
that I struggle with God,
and faith and all that goes along with it...
at the present time I would not consider myself a spiritual person.
I have come to far from where I have started from.
I just cannot give up now.
NitaAnn Apr 2014
I am so f@#king scared!
I am overwhelmed with fear

It crawls slowly up my body...
leaving my skin burning from it's touch
It chokes me until I can no longer breathe
I can feel the weight of it on my chest ~ crushing me
I feel its tendrils on my legs~preventing me from running
I feel it's filthy fingers across my mouth ~ leaving me without voice
It ***** all faith from my pores~ rendering me hopeless

You may ask, "Is it a fear based in reality?"
It's my reality right now.
**It's my reality.
417 · Oct 2014
My Prayer (ver.2)
NitaAnn Oct 2014
God~ Help me remember that no matter what the crisis, no matter how much pain, and no matter how hopeless, Your goal is to always bring me closer to You. I don't know who or what will cross my path today. But I do know that You are my Rock and my Fortress. Anchor me to You today. Teach me how to stand strong in You and choose Your way today. Help me to walk by Your truth and not my feelings. Help me to embrace anything that comes my way as an opportunity to see You at work and as an opportunity to point others to You. Thank You that You love me and nothing can ever take that away from me! Even if I fail today and fall short, You whisper Your unconditional love deep in my soul.
NitaAnn Aug 2013
You may not like what I have to say here, but I WILL AND CAN HOLD "ALL" OF YOU, even the ugliness, shame, dirtiness, anger, sorrow, etc. It is "my choice" to do this when you entrust me with your feelings, needs, thoughts, actions, scars, gasps for air a midst tears, shakes, etc. I will not hide it, burn it or destroy it, because this is included in all of you and I am in our world to help you love, accept, tolerate, redirect, all that you come to discover about you. You don't have to believe that you are strong right now....I know that you are. BE SICK OF IT ALL...BE ALL OF YOU and stop the secrets about 'this' because 'this' is you and every time you hide 'this' you hide yourself and you don't want this anymore. You know this, I know this, now let others know this. I want to hear all your rage and pain because I want to hear you. I will not run, I will not close my eyes or ears.

No…you will not ‘hold’ any part of it…because when I showed you the ugliness, the shame, the dirtiness, the sorrow…you did choose to close your eyes at the ugliness because you were afraid it would hurt you. That is why I keep THIS from everyone else in my life…I am stronger than them. I can handle THIS and have handled THIS for 30 years. I am stronger than you. You cannot handle THIS.

I do not want you to hold any part of me.

I do not want you to see or hear my feelings, needs, thoughts, actions, scars, shakes, or tears.

*I do not want you to hold any part of me.
411 · Jul 2014
I need help
NitaAnn Jul 2014
Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is ask for help. I need help…gawd…I need help. And I desperately want to throw up my arms and have someone to make all of the decisions for me. I feel like I have lost so much already. I want someone to save me because I cannot save myself. Which sounds ridiculous and obviously is not possible since I am an adult and have to save myself.

The past few weeks, heck be honest this whole year has been dreadful. I am so depressed and dissociative that I barely know what to do with myself, on the rare occasions when I am myself. I am just drifting...

There is not much anyone can do for me. This morning when I become conscious of just how bad it had been last night I realized I should probably make a safety plan. And so I did. I reached out to a friend of mine and asked her to check on me at night. And that if I did not respond to wait 15 minutes and try again – and then if no response…well, that is where I get lost. Then what? Call DT? Call 911? Then what? I do not want to go to the hospital.

And I did not even call DT to tell him just how bad it is right now. Cause right now, at least in my crazy brain….he does not care, or will tell me to call someone else, or “grow up”…or anything of the sort – it will surely make things worse now….so I did not call him. Bad decision? Maybe – but I am famous for those lately.

I want to write….however I do not want to worry people who care about me. I know I have people who love me, who care about me greatly…and I love them in return. I do not know what is wrong with me – why cannot I FEEL it? Why is it not enough?  I surely do not know.  All I do know is that I am filled with depression and thoughts of death are being knocked around my head like a game of pool.  I am just waiting for the 8-ball to hit the corner pocket...and that will be it.

Where is the anchor that is supposed to tie me to this world?
410 · Nov 2014
Good-bye Letter
NitaAnn Nov 2014
I wish I could explain why I had to do this. I wish I could make you understand. The pain I have endured, has become too much...I can not seem to find a way to cope. Nothing makes sense to me anymore.
I wish it didn't have to be this way. I love you and know that this will hurt now but with time you will be able to move on. Sorry.
I have been hoarding, hording pain pills. I have such a nice stash that is now time to use. Count them out in piles of 5...space them out...take 5 every 2 minutes...How many can I get down? How long will it take? Will I wake up? Will the pain stop? God I hope so.
402 · Sep 2014
My Pain
NitaAnn Sep 2014
My pain causes my soul to crumble, my heart to break and my entire self to be crushed beyond repair. I fall to the ground and clutch the dirt between my fingers, I want to dig to find something solid to grab on to. I am toppling over from agony. The pain has swept my feet out from under me like a swift breeze, and it is beating me down with its rocks of sadness. Those rocks continue to pound my body, each hit removing a part of me. I am dissolving to mere dust. I am sinking into this earth, as these rocks called flashbacks pelt me with all of their strength. Each time I remember I sink deeper, and slip further away from happiness. That dirt is swallowing me whole and no one is there to save me or pull me out of this rubble. I shall vanish without remembrance. But I don't vanish. I exist now in the "in-between" place. Half of my body buried in this dirt, stuck in this pain and hurt. The other half wanting to live and be free and know what it feels like to be lifted off of this ground, and soar. But each time I extend my arms and reach for the sky I am knocked back down. That pain wants to drag me back under Its dark covering of dirt and conceal my face and unhinge my smile. Its trying to win the battle that is my life. Sometimes I let the pain win. Some times I have no choice. The memories creep up on me like a lion crawls upon its prey. I am the prey. Today I had to let them in. Today I had to remember that little hurt child. She was hurt in the most horrible of ways. But she was not destroyed, she did not vanish, she is still inside of me, she pumps the blood through my veins. Her strength and power force me to continue this life day after day. She was stripped of her innocence, her trust, her faith, her mind, and her spirit. Every part of her was tainted  by his lies, his words, and his body that forced its self upon her. Making her do things that aren't meant for daddy's and little girls to do."This is how daddy's show their love" he says so I lay and I allow. I allow him to disgrace my body with the same manhood I was made from. I didn't know this was wrong then because it always happened. It was just...life. Daddy came to visit and unlatched my crib bars, had his way, then he latched it back and was on his way. He stole the most from me at four, this the day he decided touching wasn't enough. The day he decided I needed to understand my role as a woman. The day he ***** me. That was the day my world caved in, The day the earth stopped spinning. The sun stopped shining. There were no stars in the night sky. There was no green grass on the hill side. Or flowers in the spring time. My world ended and twisted and turned and contorted it's self into a new kind of world. A sick world, filled with tears, hurt, and pain. Filled with lies and covering things up to disguise from people who "don't understand our love". This new more complicated world was filled with burying secrets and not getting daddy in trouble. I hated that world. But I resided in it anyways because that was the address that I had. I lived there for far to long. But I no longer do. I broke down its walls with a sledge hammer. Shattering its every part like he did to my ****** body. I now run through that hillside with its green grass and I feel the sun shining down on my face, spreading its rays far and wide and enclosing me in its warmth like my mother used to. I feel the earth spin around me again. I took my world back from him and left him to rot in his, to remember what he did, and to die alone.That's what he deserves. And I...... I deserve life, I deserve love, I deserve kindness, warmth, and goodness. I want to shower in it. NO I want to bath in it I want the love to pour its self out on me and lavish  me with its treasures. I deserve to know what that feels like, to grasp it between my fingers and hold on to that and not the dirt that wants to swallow me whole.
400 · May 2014
10w
NitaAnn May 2014
10w
Nervous
Butterflies
I wanna
No gonna be sick
Surgical procedures
399 · Sep 2013
Sometimes...
NitaAnn Sep 2013
Sometimes it’s hard to listen to your words as they unfurl
The logic that you speak that never fit into my world

Sometimes it’s hard for me to turn around & face the past
To let it go instead of holding on with a stead-fast grasp

Sometimes the hurt & the pain are so deep and so intense
That I lose the will to fight because the pain will not relent

Sometimes she is defiant her malicious words push you away
But when logic and reason return I really do try to see the ‘gray’

Sometimes there’s no life inside of me and I feel so dead inside
It feels as though I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alive

Sometimes things change so quickly and I don’t know who I am
And I know it doesn’t seem as though I am doing the best I can

Sometimes I doubt myself and my ability to heal
And I want to find some place to go where I cannot feel

Sometimes I know you lose faith in me and you want to walk away from this
But I want you to know I still need your help & I’m not giving up…
Until I can walk away with arms wide open and embrace the world with bliss.
394 · Jan 2014
Broken
NitaAnn Jan 2014
I feel like I am both carrying the weight of a boulder
and like I am empty all at the same time.
I am both crying and feel numb at the same time.
I just wish I could run away and escape all this pain
but I cannot run fast enough.

I am broken and damaged beyond repair.
I am trying so hard to just make it through today but it is so much more than I can bear...I need something to take the edge off...a drink or two...a short cutting session...why don't society's "coping" mechanisms work as well as the ones that soothe my tortured soul???? Anybody out there have answers or help???
391 · May 2013
Secret Spot
NitaAnn May 2013
We took a drive down a dirt road and
          parked in our secret spot.

You said you loved me
          and then you kissed me on the lips.

You touched me all over
          with your fingertips.

You caressed my inner thighs and
          then you ****** yourself inside.

With every ****** in my mind I scream
          No daddy no don't do this to me.

Finally it's over and you wipe the tears
         from my eyes and tell me not to cry.

You say you love me and that it's okay
         I am your special little girl once again
         and we are back on our way.
387 · Aug 2014
The sigh that captured me
NitaAnn Aug 2014
There is so much to say – emotions flow through me, coursing through my veins, reminding me of past hurt, of someone I do not want to be. Pain, hurt, anger, sadness…cycle through me...each coming around again and again.
I allowed myself to try on all of these emotions and feelings and I did it without self-destructing. I don’t want to find myself at the end unable to communicate, leaving so much unsaid. I don’t want to feel hideously ugly inside and out. I can’t do everything right now, but I can do something.
NitaAnn Aug 2014
see...
the reason why we tend to **** ourselves
is because no one listens.
no one hears
no one understands
no one will help
so we cannot find another way to stop the pain
and so another one bites the dust.
we reached out but no one hears
its okay now
we will work it out
no bother dt
we work it out
it will be okay

or it will be over
either way sounds like a "win"
380 · Sep 2013
Her Feelings
NitaAnn Sep 2013
She is just a little girl; he is supposed to be her father
He only wants to use her, abuse her
She goes to her room and searches for a place to hide
He always finds her ~ she always cries
He has beaten her, held her down, taken off her clothes
She can’t scream, she can’t breathe
She can only pray for it to stop
She wonders what she did that was so wrong
Days go by, years go by.
But it never stops
He told her lies, took away her life, left her with no future
Now he is gone, but she still hurts
She trusts no one, she feels alone
Sometimes she can’t understand “good” and “bad”
She looks at the cuts she has made on her body
She knows what each cut stands for
She can’t get it out of her head,
The pain is too much
She prays to die
She doesn’t sleep, she can’t close her eyes
She can feel the pain, she tries not to cry
She keeps to herself, the memories are overwhelming
She can’t stand being in her own skin
She cuts, cuts,and then cuts some more….
These take the pain away….for a minute
She is stuck with these memories, alone in this space.
378 · May 2013
Memories
NitaAnn May 2013
These memories are knives stabbing me repeatedly in the heart…
Killing me slowly.
I want to stop thinking about this.
I want to move on but it is as if someone has pressed rewind on my life
And is forcing me to continue to go back and relive.
The memory…
All of these memories are everywhere.
It is all I see, all I feel, all I know…
I need a break.
I want to run and hide
But they just all follow me.
Lurking in the darkness bringing me back to their reality.
Please leave me alone…
Please let me rest…
Please just give me one moment of peace.
I am so tired, mentally, emotionally, physically…
I just need to rest my eyes.
Just give me one night of rest…..
372 · Aug 2013
You will never know
NitaAnn Aug 2013
You'll never know...

You'll never know how it feels
                                               to be powerless, numb to your actions and their consequences
You'll never know how it feels
                                               to be so far gone, to look into the mirror and not recognize the face of
                                               the person looking back at you with blank eyes and an unwritten  
                                               expression
You'll never know how it feels
                                              to hate yourself for what and who you are, but still know that you
                                              can't change, that you're not that strong

You'll never know why I do it, or why I can't stop

You'll never know how it feels
                                               to think eyes are constantly staring through you
You'll never know what its like
                                               to have so much shame for yourself built up inside of you ~
                                               threatening to boil over
You'll never know
                           the pain of this disease, this chronic illness,
                           or the fact that no one you seek help from seems to understand
You'll never know
                           me, or how I feel inside

You'll never know how it feels
                                              to never be yourself, always an actress playing the role of a normal
                                             person with no 'problems'
You'll never know how
                                   powerless I feel at night, when the darkness falls and the memories come
You'll never know how
                                   afraid I am
You'll never know
                           the taste of your own tears as you cry yourself to sleep at night

You'll never know, but if I told you, you'd 'pretend' to know how I feel,
                                                                                                you'll 'pretend' to empathize' with me

But you'll never know...
NitaAnn Jun 2014
What do you do when you've been through hell?
When you aren't sure how to cope
and you end up hurting yourself
and those around you?

Or when you feel stuck in the dark places of your mind,
not sure you're strong enough to climb out?

I'm learning that you just keep going.
Because none of it is the end of the world.

You can't undo things that you've been through,
but you can learn how to live with them
and not let them define you.

You can't take away things you've done,
but you can say you're sorry to the people you hurt,
forgive yourself, and do better.

Change is difficult, and scary.

But I think it's finally hit me that I want to change.
I don't want to dwell on the bad things,
or hurt people I care about,
or feel trapped in my own head.


The past couple of months have been killer,
but I'm going to keep going forward.

Because that's the only thing to do.
369 · Jul 2014
Make the Pain Stop
NitaAnn Jul 2014
In addition to the messed up 'abandonment' issues,
Over the past several days,
My body has been expressing all this pain,
And I try to suppress it,
To dissociate and push it away…
As though it is not really me…
But it is not working anymore.

Much like the ‘pushing away’ of the memories
The past as I did for so many years,
It is here, demanding to be felt!
But I don’t want to feel it
I don’t want to remember any of it.

But my body and I
We are now in this tug of war,
Suddenly my body has become "Mission Impossible”
Spilling over with pain and aches
Then memories connect to the pain
Suddenly I am in the middle of a full-fledged flashback hell.
I can do everything in my “pink little self-soothing box”
But none of it will work.
And I hear you saying,
You need to be kind to your body,
Find a way to live in your body...
But right now that is not possible…
Because my body represents something bad and *****
I cannot be connected to that right now.
My body belonged to him,
I still associate it with him
We are not one.

And at night, when this happens,
I am freaked out
You are not there to help me through it
I cannot seem to do it alone
Then I want to hurt myself even more
Up, to, and including termination.
This is not about “SUICIDE”
But rather making the pain
**STOP!
NitaAnn Sep 2013
I want, I need, I have to cut...
I want to hurt myself so bad right now.
I feel blinded by the pain.
It isn't going to stop.
It's not going to stop.
I need to cut it out of me.
I tried… I really tried
But I can’t do it
I can’t do it
I sat here tonight for an HOUR!
AN HOUR!
Rocking and praying...chanting...
Only God can save me...only God can save me
But He didn't answer me
Why didn't He answer me?
He never answered me then either
I am so bad that not even God can save me
I don’t want to play anymore
I don’t like this game
I don’t want to play now
Don’t make me play anymore
Sorry to those who believe I am stronger than I actually am...I gave in....I am weak...
362 · Oct 2014
Never-ending Circles
NitaAnn Oct 2014
Never-ending circles
Ups and downs
This is my life
One day things are looking better
The next everything is falling apart.

A vicious cycle
That is repeated daily
Around and around
Is there ever an end?

Looking for something
Or someone
To turn these repeating circles
Into a straight line of progress.
Searching, crying out for help
Does anybody hear me??
NitaAnn Jun 2014
Hello, Whiskey!
You have always been there
to comfort me
to numb the feelings
to make me stronger
nobody or nothing
can soothe my soul
like you manage to do
that burn you leave in
my belly reminds me you care.
the more I consume the less I hurt
why did I think I could
make this work without you!
Getting drunk to numb the pain, maybe I will be stronger tomorrow!
One shot, two, three & four shots!
Keep'em coming barkeep!
358 · Jun 2014
Questions With No Answers
NitaAnn Jun 2014
Some are directed at specific people, others, to no one in particular.

Why did you hurt me?
What did I do to deserve the things that were done to me?
I know you noticed, why didn't you make it stop?
Why wasn't anyone there when I needed them?
Are you sorry?
Do you live with any pain for what you did?
Why am I still suffering for others' actions?
Why do I feel such pain, guilt, and shame for things other people did?
Why did it take me so long to tell?
Would it have been better for me to keep my mouth shut and deal with it?
How long am I going to have to spend in therapy to feel ok again?
Will I EVER feel completely ok?
Do I even deserve to feel ok?
Do I deserve the wonderful support and kindness from the few that I trust?
Why didn't God stop it? Why did God let it start?


There are more...but I don't have the energy to type anymore tonight. It's been a rough day, I'm in pain, and my energy is completely sapped.
355 · Jul 2013
Conversation With Myself
NitaAnn Jul 2013
adult self:* *"Yeah,  I just wish I would have done something to stop everything from happening."
child self: "What do you mean?"
adult self: "Well, you know. The stuff with Father. I wish I would have done something to keep that from happening."
child self: "Like what?"
adult self: "I don’t know." I thought for a minute. "I just took it. I wish I would have stopped it all. I could have said something, told someone earlier. You know."
child self: "But how?"
adult self: "I don’t know! I’m not angry at you," I said quickly. *"I wish I’d have been stronger. I wish someone would have walked in on Father and me. Someone. I wish someone would have been there. Some kind of adult, someone who would have stopped it, or at least said to me, "It’s all right. It’s not your fault."
355 · Feb 2014
Broken & Shattered
NitaAnn Feb 2014
I woke up this morning feeling like my insides have been completely ravaged and wasted of any good feelings and the desire to just give up and never come out of hiding again is strong.
I am not in a good place right now. I am too tired to battle the demons in my head.

I am broken!
Broken!
And broken Nita cannot deal with the constant headaches and nausea.
She cannot handle the chronic pain with no relief.

She’s broken.
Shattered.
353 · Aug 2014
Webs
NitaAnn Aug 2014
Trying to appear normal while walking straight into a spiderweb
of abuse and anxiety is tricky.  

The web, invisible to the average bystander, is sticky
as it swirls and wraps around my mind.

I wave my hands furiously around my head
trying to clear away the residue.  

Perhaps some around me watch and wonder what hidden foe I'm fighting as they clearly cannot see any physical source of my feverish panic.  

If those closest to me would stop and look; they would see what I'm fighting.  But instead they are holding their own hands in front of their faces. Trying not to see what is really going on.

The stringy web is there as no amount of fighting can remove the remaining shreds.  They surround me.  I struggle my best to remove them.  But even I cannot see the full scope of damage as darkness begins to fall.

And then I'm ensnared.
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