Tag Archive: pain


Rant

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July 1, 2011

I am tired of hiding my heart like it is something to be ashamed of.  I am tired of being discarded and disregarded like so much garbage.  I am tired of being ignored, of being stepped on, of being hurt over and over again.  Don’t judge me!  Stop telling me I am not enough!  Stop telling me I am not thin enough, not smart enough, not ambitious enough, not diligent enough… stop telling me I don’t work hard enough… stop telling me I don’t feel enough… I feel it all! Stop telling me I am not good enough, stop telling me that I will never be enough!  Just stop talking!  I don’t have to take this any more!  I am enough, I do enough, I feel enough, I am smart, I am beautiful, I am strong!  I can do this!

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Terrified

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April 24, 2011

I can feel you slipping away from me

feel your warmth fade to nothing…

please don’t leave me here.

I cannot bear this.

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The Temptation

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April 16, 2011

I felt the temptation to cut again yesterday stronger than I have in years.  It’s so frustrating… I thought I was past this… Some days the pain is just too much and I want some relief.  The thought of  a sharp blade was so comforting and alluring…like a siren’s song.  I don’t want to go down this path again.  I decide my future, and my future is not drowned in numbness-walking through life like a zombie.  I want to feel and be alive and real.  I want a life of honestly dealing with my emotions not running from them to booze or blade or drugs or sex or danger.  I want to breathe in every second of this precious life – even the parts that are painful or frustrating.   I want to be alive.  Please, God, help me…

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The other me

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She is fierce – eyes blazing

daring the world

to come closer.

She is confident and untouchable

a Norse goddess

destined for Valhalla.

She is expert at battle strategy

and can defend anyone

defeat any foe.

She rescued me.

She became me

She hates me.

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Two-faced me

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April 7, 2011

I smile politely at you

and let you assume I agree.

In reality I am fuming

at your words.

I hide behind good manners

never letting you see the discord.

I don’t know you anymore

-don’t think I ever did.

It’s all smoke & mirrors anyway

this thing called friendship.

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Unwanted Gift

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March 30, 2011

Calmly I offer you

pieces of my heart,

tenderly chosen-

which you accept

with a smile

then toss away,

crumpled.

Just another piece

of unwanted garbage-

for which you spare

no thought.

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Coming out of the Shadows

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March 29, 2011

I used to be a self-mutilator.  I don’t know why that is so hard for me to admit to when I have no problem talking openly about my abuse… it seems silly to me that I can tell someone that I was abused and raped but ignore the effects it had on me.  I had over 60 scars on my body from cutting at one time… many of which are completely healed over.  I cut for many reasons… mostly to escape the pain that tormented me daily… sometimes to escape the utter numbness that was the only alternative I had to the pain. 

Now I seek a healthier alternative… I allow myself to feel the pain and to process the anger.  I allow myself to be broken and in that find surcease.  I look at my scars now and do not feel shamed by them, rather, I feel honored.  Honored that I survived this and I can survive still.

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A Lifetime of Abuse

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March 20, 2011

I wish I could snap my fingers and get over this… I wish the world would suddenly make sense.  I am haunted by ghosts of my past. Just when I think I am making progress they pop up and frighten me again.  I am in the Minotar’s Labrynth stalked by something terrible and unseen.  In Medusa’s Lair… with the whispers and hisses at my back that vanish when I turn my head.  Constantly seeking a foe I cannot see.  How can I possibly defeat my enemy and escape?  I fear I will not survive this.

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Adrift

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In a torrrid sea of faces

and voices

I cling to you.

Fighting violently

I resist the pull

of my old life…

of lies and pretending

of repression and unspoken violence.

I don’t want this anymore.

I crave peace,

unending.

So today I figtht

so that tomorrow

I may heal.

3-20-11

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One Single Tear (part 3)

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March 17, 2011

   

    I gave one sharp cry when I died. You didn’t even notice. You were so busy basking in your glory that I sank below notice even a you drove the knife home. When you cleaved my soul in two I wanted to scream. I wanted my cry to pierce you to your heart and shatter your blessed reality. How nice it would have been to see the horror of your deed marked plainly on your face for all to se as I writhed beneath you in my throes of death. You in your stupor probably mistook my cry for one of pleasure. Filthy creature that you are, so drunk on the exhiliration of conquring me, you never noticed the look of pity. I pity you. Even in my death, even in my agony I pittied you. To the very marrow of my bone I felt sorry for you. What could have driven you to these extreme troughs of misery? You sank into the abyss of mankind and you shall never again rise to the surface. I am sorry for you because even in your act of conquer, Thanatos found you. He found you and instead of taking your life, he took your family, he took your job, he took your respect, he took your calling and left you naked and begging for his skeletal embrace. He will not take your soul. It is a neat little hell you have created for your-self, is it not? You will die in hell as you have lived…
I gave one sharp cry when I died. That cry will echo through your soul forever.

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