What does life want from me?

I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right and what is wrong.

I think the world Should walk deep into the woods Listen very carefully, To the voices in the leaves. See the details, the tiny maps Of footsteps, and sometimes stains

For now I am half-numb, half-raw.

I play the game until I'm dead, or on a magazine.

"Guilt" is simply a word he uses to silence me. He has no regard for mortality, no concern for danger.

Sex that grows darker and darker - becomes an act of vengeance, rather than love.

I never meant to see the small hills and the fire. I never meant to see him or let him in.

I will not fight it, even when it slips deep inside and cuts me. I have found light and pleasure inside this horror.

For now I am half-numb, half-raw.

How can a heart that's filled with love start to cry?

A fairy princess who thinks she has been rescued from the tower, but finds that the man who takes her away is not there to save her.......I hope that is not a bad thing to think.

I try every day to be better and more the way I think the world wants to see a girl like me. But I am Laura. I am sad.

The owls are not what they seem.

I trust no one, and only rarely myself. I struggle most mornings, afternoons, and evenings with what is right and what is wrong.

Get that blood everywhere. But keep that blood off my face.

He first started to play with me. We would chase each other through the woods, and he would always find me... but I could never find him.

I like that feeling, I like that they feel more than I do.

I cannot tell you how special and valuable a daydream is.... I didn't miss it until it was gone.

I made the honor roll, and the junior debate team. I pray all of the time, but have never felt worse in my life.