"I was dead for oh so long;
For when you’re dead
Little more can go wrong.
I let emotion run its course,
Over my skin,
Ice cold as a corpse.
A laugh never warmed my veins,
Every smile just a mask for a mountain of pain.
I fed myself poison,
To keep my soul dark;
I never felt a flame warm my frigid heart.
I thought it was better,
To live my life dead;
I thought it was better,
Then facing the monsters in my head.
But over time I relearned
What it was to be alive.
Through the passing years
I discovered the blessing of having survived.
Now even the bad days
Hold a beauty all their own,
And now my once frigid heart
Is no longer cold as stone.
There is beauty in the darkness
And pride in my scars.
I am a survivor,
I’m my own hope filled star."
Reblogged from hand-in-pocket :
“Our house was small, and when you grow up with domestic violence in a confined space you learn to gauge, very precisely, the temperature of situations. I knew exactly when the shouting was done and a hand was about to be raised – I also knew exactly when to insert a small body between the fist and her face, a skill no child should ever have to learn. Curiously, I never felt fear for myself and he never struck me, an odd moral imposition that would not allow him to strike a child. The situation was barely tolerable: I witnessed terrible things, which I knew were wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulancemen, standing in our house, say, “She must have provoked him,” or, “Mrs Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.” They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes and he alone is responsible for it.”
You beg me, “Please don’t go
I can’t stand the pain.”
You promise softly that you’ll never hurt again.
But your touch bruises,
Your kisses sting,
And it will always be the same.
This fear in me I fear
Will never fade away.
Beg me to lie here,
Your bloody sacrifice,
Beg me to die here
So maybe you can one day make it right.
You break my wings
So I can’t take flight;
You tear my soul to shreds
All to try to bind me to you
But I think I would rather be dead.
I’ll take my freedom,
Whatever the cost.
I may stumble,
I may feel lost
But away from you my wings will heal.
My skin will once again learn to feel
Something pleasant instead of pain.
Away from you I will learn to smile again.
I have no need for harmful hands
And acid kisses.
Love should not cause harm.
So I’m heading for the hills
Setting off every alarm
To tell them all
A monster that hurts
Does not love.
Reblogged from guacasaurus-rex :
The Internet recently. via
Actually:
Everyone (that is a decent person) hates people that beat the shit out of their girl friends and don’t seem to give a shit that it was a terrible thing to do. THAT is what people hate.
Reblogged from captainchristoph :
Before you defend Chris Brown, let alone support him, read the police report of what happened between him and Rihanna in 2009.
Yes please everyone that thinks that Chris Brown is just misunderstood and deserves a break read this. I want you to read this and then remember that he never really issued a true public apology; he didn’t use what happened as a platform to fight against domestic violence. And if I were to pass judgement as far as the remorse that he feels based on his recent comments he doesn’t feel anything about this. Read this and tell me that what he did was not a big deal.
He beat the shit out of his girlfriend and you want to tell me that we should just move on? Fuck you.
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