Everyone has a battle
in which they must face...

If nothing ever changes,
nothing ever grows...

In life I have learned
that it is not who you are...

Anger building inside my body
as I try to type this poem...

I have nothing to hide these insecurities any...
nothing to hide the fact that I still hate you...

I empty a pile of pills into my hands,
thinking of how many memories...

The toughest pain I ever have to face
is the pain of knowing I will never be...

I question the many memories we have,
which now seem so surreal...

What is it that you want from me
that makes you torture me so...

I'm beginning to really miss your touch,
your voice...

His intrusive touch
freezes every bone...

You really crossed the line
you told me you were fine...