my
life
in
words

“They call it a disorder, but tell us we’re not broken. We’re the victims in the story, but we’re not allowed to act like it. “

“All shouting in a crowd, it’s about who’s louder. Them, or you?”

“ I stand before you today, bare. It’s as terrifying, as it is freeing.”

“But what if she stays? Now that’s a nightmare I can’t wake up from. If she sees the real me and doesn’t run. Nah. Rewind that back and play it again. I think your machine’s broke. Just waiting on the punch line, and I’m the joke.”

“I got news for you doc… I’m a danger to everyone.”

Labels don’t define me, I do.

Always fixing someone else’s problems, means never having to face your own.

An unwanted apology is easy to ignore. Unlike the ring I bought, that you never wore.

It had no quit in it, and neither did we.

I used to be happy. A smile on my face. I often wonder where that went.

One of my all time favorites and one of the reasons I started writing.

So much of what I want, are broken pieces of a masterpiece long shattered.

But I see the goal, know in my soul, that I’m whole, and the part of me you stole, are no longer under your control.

When the nights were darkest, I fought alone. Against demons no one saw but me, their screams my only symphony.

Have you ever just screamed?

Hating yourself is an art, that no one wants to master.

I didn’t write this story. It wrote me.

We all have walls up. They’re meant to protect us, but they do something else too. They keep us in.

I won’t yell. I won’t shout. I will simply say, welcome home.

Are we such masochists that we’ve simply grown to enjoy the agony we expect.

Just one more day. Smile. Let the light in. Today won’t be the day your world ends.

Don’t you see? Those lips were made for me.