I am not my scars
I am not the mistakes that I have made.
hating your reflection, the face staring back at you
the demons...hopeless.
taunted and teased
swallow a bottle of pills
pray that you'll never wake up.
drink and forget the world
I am still a child
reckless.
romantic
weak
I have given
I have kept
I judge myself
not everything is what it seems.
College Girl, these are the words that stand out to me. They jump out. Your writing and mine are different only because you add so much more detail to your "heart", defining it, clarifying it. Me, I'm all intensity and truth. Hit 'em hard and fast. You spend time. I like that. I might be able to learn that from you.
Anyway, I thought you might like to see the poem you wrote inside that story (up above). It's pretty hard-hitting, and ultimately the story you wrote is one of truth, redemption, the strength of a human's power to bounce back after tragedy, and .......love, really. You wrote a love story, in my opinion. Love gone wrong, missed love, longed-for love...it all boils down to that. If anybody at school loved you enough, they'd notice you were hurting. They'd reach out to you, grab hold of you and keep you tight until you'd cried it out. Must be a lot of healing that needs to go on in you. In a way, I understand, but as a man, I can't completely relate. I sorta feel guilty about that too. But hey, we got our own baggage to carry around, just like you ladies. Same luggage, different s*** inside. We all suffer in the same f'd up world.
Your voice matters. Keep sharing it.
Trevor
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