I have no place to write. No place to hide.
I love you and always will, but you have taken something from me.
There is no where I can freely express my nightmares.
Certain things I have yet to deal with.

I am not just a girl. I am not just a cry baby.
I am a person. Someone who loves blind and longs to be touched.
Who has been ripped apart and is ( Read more... )