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Abuse

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 16:01:00 -0400

“she’s pathetic”

She wanted to be loved.

“she cries all the bloody time”

I was upset.

“she keeps walking into things”

I have bruises from your fists.

“she will never be anything”

I’m trapped. By you.

She has no voice. ” you’ve stolen it”

Life.

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 11:06:02 -0400

Life has been so stressful.
Been working. Studying. Worrying.

Prelims are coming up soon. There’s no time to study!!!

On top of all the stress about work. Prelims. And finals. I’m dieting and exercising for up coming photoshoots and the matric dance. A BIG thing for me. I’m sure all my friends are sick of hearing anything about our matric dance.

I am super excited about that though. Have my dress, can’t believe it. Have my date, woop woop. Who has his suit, shirt and shoes. There’s quiet a bit I must still do but it coming together.

Running behind on work, on my blog and on life in general. Soon school will be over and I will have a life and live it how I want. I hope.

Untitled No2, (Sunday 22 July)

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 07:11:12 -0400

alifewithoutliving:

The pain begins.

The pain in her back.

The ache in her heart.

The screams from her soul.

The tears from God.

He is gone.

Forced or not, he should have been born.

Untitled, (Sunday 22 July)

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 07:06:46 -0400

alifewithoutliving:

She walked out alone.

Coat in hand.

A hand that should be carrying a soul.

A hand that should be filled with another.

A hand that should pick up a little boy when he falls.

A hand that should wipe away the tears.

A hand that should fix his hair.

A hand that should fill that empty tummy.

A hand that should never have signed that form.

A letter of thanks

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 04:49:17 -0400

It lies there. Alone.
Broken and scared.

They come and go,
Stepping upon it.
Leaving nothing more than foot prints
And pain in her heart.

Till he comes along.
Lies he’s heart down next to hers and
Brushes off the foot prints.

Now is the time she will come alive,
Fight like she has never before.

Her heart has been loved.
Her soul has been fed.

Thank you.

9:35 am 29 May, Tuesday

Tue, 29 May 2012 04:33:38 -0400

I sit here alone

as the world goes on without me.

The screaming in my head

becomes like waves crashing against my ear drums.

How dare you say you know me.

How dare you say its best for me.

How dare you sit on your thrown

and point your crooked finger at me.

Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me(right)

Tue, 22 May 2012 07:57:21 -0400

Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me(right)

Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me!!(right)

Tue, 22 May 2012 07:49:48 -0400

Shannon(left), Donna(middle) and me!!(right)

mommy and me:)

Tue, 22 May 2012 05:48:02 -0400

mommy and me:)

2011 prom

Tue, 22 May 2012 05:33:00 -0400

2011 prom

with my little bro <3

Tue, 22 May 2012 05:29:02 -0400

with my little bro <3

There she lay Asleep in body but alive in spirit. Her heart numb from beatings, Her mind corrupt by...

Thu, 10 May 2012 11:47:24 -0400

There she lay
Asleep in body but alive in spirit.

Her heart numb from beatings,
Her mind corrupt by words,
And her soul empty from greed.

What would she have been like if he had stayed?

Photo

Tue, 08 May 2012 07:59:51 -0400

As I sit here at school

Mon, 07 May 2012 08:21:00 -0400

These four walls around me

Questioning my strength

And questioning my faith

I come here to learn

But are pulled down by fools

I am never right

And I will never win

I am to young to understand

Photo

Mon, 07 May 2012 07:31:21 -0400

Photo

Mon, 07 May 2012 07:21:45 -0400

Photo

Mon, 07 May 2012 07:12:37 -0400

Her knees bruised from the white tiles Her body exhausted Her mind empty The door locked to hide...

Sun, 06 May 2012 14:19:58 -0400

Her knees bruised from the white tiles
Her body exhausted
Her mind empty

The door locked to hide the truth

Tonight is the last night she sits alone.

I took a knife And cut my heart out. Put it a box Sent away. With no origin of place My heart was...

Sun, 06 May 2012 13:54:11 -0400

I took a knife
And cut my heart out.
Put it a box
Sent away.

With no origin of place
My heart was gone.

Now I can not love
And I can not be loved

My heart shall be safe
In the little box.
The little box tied closed by a red ribbon
For the colour of my tears.

She kissed him slowly, Allowing every bit of lip to touch his. She hugged time slowly, Allowing her...

Sun, 06 May 2012 13:28:22 -0400

She kissed him slowly,
Allowing every bit of lip to touch his.
She hugged time slowly,
Allowing her arms to wrap tight around his warm body.
She looked at him slowly,
Allowing their eyes to passionately meet.
She loved him slowly,
Allowing herself to be his forever.