Just another soft-heart girl with dreams drowned by the judgement of parents and the harshness of reality.
~The following is a excerpt of the song "The Rhyme"~

I remember every story they wrote on my back. 
Bruises like words tattooed into my skin in blue and black ink. 
I remember every kitchen sink surgery where family had to stitch me back together. 
I remember every happily ever after that never came to pass. 

We didn't go to school in fairy tales. 
We went to school in all the gory details of a horror story while monsters made us victims of their comedy 
We, the recipients of their punch lines they hung insults around our necks like signs inviting anyone to join in. 
Their words were invisible ink that they tattooed upon our skin. 
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No I'm not depressed. Just sad. End of Discussion.