The words we speak make ripples in the
ocean of life. Through that our world is shaped.
Those words can cut deeper than knives, and
cause wounds that never heal. The story you're
about to read is one of words like daggers that
cut my soul. The author of these words is me. I
used my weaknesses against me and cut myself
with my own words.
It's time my story be told...the ongoing story
of a girl who was nothing more than a dreamer
of things that could have happened, caught up
in life's fairytales. A girl who just wanted an
escape from the world she was scared of
existing in.
Maybe she was wrong, maybe just maybe
her perceptions were swayed by the deep self
hate she harbored. Her body still holds the
marks from her battles, but they were fought
valiantly.
