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Wrapping my arms around my bent legs, I see her glazed look trying to make sense. I shudder as she hits my legs, swearing and making no sense. Doesn't she see? Her reasons for doing this is my inability to love her. Why does she think I don't want to wake up? Numbness, the all-familiar numbness hits me. First in the leg, then in my heart and in my hands. For the first time in a month, I can finally relate to this feeling. Beg, Plead. Please leave the room. You see me as so strong, easy to take the blows. Little does she know. I'm still a child. I should be so innocent and naive to this abuse. Wait, when did I start calling it abuse? What the hell?
horse14rider added this comment 2009-10-31 01:20:06-05:00
:( bestie....this is so real and it's good....love you!
rockrgurl13 added this comment 2009-10-28 22:19:59-05:00
oh..Amanda. it's really good.
horse14rider added this comment 2009-10-31 01:20:06-05:00
:( bestie....this is so real and it's good....love you!
rockrgurl13 added this comment 2009-10-28 22:19:59-05:00
oh..Amanda. it's really good.