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.
