2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes.
If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
I keep telling myself I am strong, this isn't affecting me. That I don't need anyone, I am self sefficient. But when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror the face staring back at me tells a different story. It says it has tried to handle to much. It says it can't go on like this anymore; if I don't do something soon It's going to be to late. It says I won't have to look at the pain in its eyes much longer. There aren't mirrors in coffins.
-Invisible Dreamer
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