This goes to all of the women who stay up late thinking about someone who hasn't treated them right. Thinking about how much hurt someone has put them through, not being able to eat, not sleeping. Not wanting to go outside or get dresssed, not feeling or trying to look pretty. Who barely have strength to dance, paint, write, compose.  Randomly crying through crooked smiles trying to hold it together. To those girls who lay in bed asking God why weren't they enough, to the girls who are begging God for the strength to deal with the mess they've been surrounded in To the women dying to feel alive again. Dying to get their soul back, dying to heal. Dying to feel like a human again.
YOU HAVE NOT BEEN TREATED THE WAY YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN TREATED, AND IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR POWER BACK. Your soul isn't gone, sweetheart. It is only in repair.

She fell in love with the darkest parts of him. The pain, the despair, the hurt. She fell in love with the cold parts that never got to see the sun. The parts that were starving for love. The parts he hid under the bed and in the closet, buried within empty spaces of his ribcage. She fell in love with the burdens he carried that weighed him down like cement blocks tied to his ankles dragging him deep down, under the raging water. She fell in love with the despair that he dealt with every night, that tucked him in singing a lullaby of echoing tears and lost faith. She fell in love with his crushed spirit and weakened soul. She fell in love with his fear of losing everything, even her. She fell in love because deep down she knew it was a part of him. She fell in love because she knew the truth, his darkness was his truth. She fell in love with who he truly was. She fell in love with him.

You never know how much you love something until it's gone.

You dream about it practically all night long.

It takes up your mind making you go blind.

Making you do things that you've now had to hide.

Leaving you in the dark lost inside.

Not knowing where to go or what to try.

Nothing you've ever imagined before.

You hold the key to the door.

Unlock it and it begins.

Unleash what holds within.

It may let you fall or it may make you fly.

You never know until you try...