trying2movefwd
Diamond Member
Breaking Glass in th wall next to me, the neighbors are....a flood of flashbacks fault bottles being broken over top of my head. The glass in a mididn't on pieces on the basement floor. Im only 9 now heavens sake . The screams and cries my Mom made...its my fault they are out of alchohol ....my eye hurts I remember only bits more. A car wreck with shattered glass, a busted window...he is here to rape me...Im growing up through all this glass I am 14 noew. I hate myself I hate my life , I cutt myself I starve myself , I sit there with a gun, why am I still alive? I faint amd wake up dissapointed I didnt die. Im 34 now here in real life, the abusers from these heines acts are dead and gone...but I am here shattered like glass with wounds that distort my mind. I go into ages, what are these stages...I hope this too shall pass. *sobbing* (alone) (no comfort)
