The look on your father's face When he signed the divorce papers. (He'll always love her. He loved her enough to let her go.)
She wonders why there is still yelling within the Inside of the walls of her auditory cortex. This little girl has been begging to be freed, "I am constantly tired," she admits. "I am constantly afraid."
I sunk myself in a sea of bitterness with an Unforgiving weight on my chest. There's enough hate weighing in My bones to sink a ship.
If you'd like to know what it Feels like to love you, stand at The edge of a cliff and Give yourself reasons to not jump. I can think of seven and they all start With the letters of your first name.
Who knew that being buried alive did Not mean piles of dirt, But rather the weight in your chest is enough. Your rib cage was a prison, I just found out too late.
I made room for the monsters under my bed; We get along just fine. How sickening it is to know I'll never have Enough room in my heart for anyone but you.
"I don't want to play anymore," The little girl told the voices. "Please let me go."