Open-thoughts Stories

I'm not a poet - merely a soul with a lot to say. The name you see is RuAnna Rose, but the girl behind the screen is Sarah. I feel I should warn you that you're literally about to enter my mind and see a glimpse of my soul that has been abused and torn. I own my scars, every line, scratch, and mark. I still feel them to the bone. My eyes have seen things I wish they didn't, my ears have heard too many put-downs, and my hands have fought demons in darkrooms with only my blood on them. I need to do this to breathe. Can't you see, I need to do this before I fade away.