Life has a funny way of knocking us all down, making it seem impossible to get back up. Luckily, the human spirit is stronger than disaster, able to withstand things we thought we weren’t capable of. For some of us, life marks its territory in our lives through physical scars. All with names. Dates. Places. Stories. A constant reminder of what’s happened to us through old, puckered skin. Scars aren’t pretty, no matter wha...

The woman in the mirror spoke to her. This was before she covered all the mirrors in the house. This was back when she was like eleven, maybe twelve, before all the crazy shit happened. Back when they first moved into the house. The woman had been in her mirror for some time. Hiding. At first, Em didn’t even now she was there. She thought it was her own reflection. Em noticed the woman only when she smiled. The woman smil...

The pain is unbearable But it's all in my head You can't see the symptoms But aren't the cuts on my arm enough? It doesn't seem fair that I can call out cause I got the flu  But depression making it too hard to get out of bed?  No sorry come up with a better excuse I blame my myself everyday  Though that's not fair You wouldn't tell a cancer patient to "just get over it" So why would you tell me.  I smile all the time so...

I'm that girl the one that's loud only because  I'm afraid of not being heard I'm that girl The one that's always smiling because  If I don't the pain will become unbearable... again I'm that girl the one that tells people they're beautiful because I know how it feels when you don't feel beautiful I'm that girl the one that's afraid people will leave so I push them away because I'd rather not have my heart broken I'm that...

I have heard that some do it because it makes them feel better. I used to be like that, so naive. Though now I do it for another reason. I do it for punishment. I do it for all the mistakes I have made. I do it for all the people I have hurt. I do it for all the mistakes I will make. This is why I take my dull scissors from under my pillow and slide them hard over my arms. For I deserve this pain. I deserve this hurt. For...

My name is Amanda Fitzgerald. I lived with my foster parents George and Stacy Smith. What happened to my parents you ask? My mom died giving birth to me and when I was 5 my dad died in a car accident. A drunk driver hit him and he died upon impact. He was an amazing dad. He treated me like I was a princess. George and Stacy have beaten and abused me in every possible way for as long as I can remember. One day I was a prin...

***Hey guys this is my first story so please be honest with me. Tell me if it sucks (I think it does) or if it's good. But don't act all writer god on me. Also I would like to thank Cal (frogprince) and Gwen(Rebellious_Soul) for giving me the courage to put this story up here.*** SMACK!"DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID, NO FOOD!" SMACK!I whimper and whisper, "I'm sorry, sir."George grabs me by my hair, drags me upstairs to my room...

Real freedom and real love is a realization of knowing You can not hold someone without restraining yourself Even only a strand of the thinnest thread Still holds you to the other bound Feeling that if broken allows the other to flee Is only a fear that they may never again be held Finally acknowledging that this can only be achieved Through the severing of the last remaining strand Worry no longer that your love may disa...