(of something abstract) damaged or destroyed.


you get me

I want to cry when I think about the way you look at me You still accept me, not just for who I am but the way I look The stretch marks I have on my hips and ass The scars I have from my hips to my thighs The three fat rolls on my…


The way men look at me scars me in some ways. It doesn’t make me feel safe or human, it makes me feel like prey Like I am the goat and they are the lion, and we are alone. In the field

just friends

this time was different. he kissed me the same he smiled at me the same but this time was different he fucked me the same he held me the same he spoke to me the same yet I feel like I gave away something That I was supposed to be keeping


I am a twig. If you step on me I will break and you’ll hear a snap. You may cringe, but you won’t stop walking. You won’t even look back. You’ll expect me to be okay, and bury your guilt behind your insecurities. All the while I am still broken, still snapped. The sound plays…


it is never the right person at the wrong time. it is just the wrong person the person who swears they will stay until the day they don’t the person who inhales all of your love only to exhale it into the face of another the person who steals your oxygen

hate hate hate hate hate

hate is a dangerous emotion it sets my veins on fire and engulfs my skin it’s occupies my mind and dissipates my brain it is what gives me a sore neck or a headache it cannot be satisfied and should never be fed hate is the white-hot fire that can not be put out only…

Body pieces: me 

i’m lonely but i’m not alone i smile but i’m not happy I’ve eaten but i haven’t been full i sleep but i’m still tired i work but i have no money i say i’m okay but i never am i’m on what seems like a never ending journey to fill myself i am searching blind,…


confetti is what my heart is,pieces of white confetti you’d think red, but no. there is no blood here anymore. it’s all gone siphoned out and gone away it makes me wonder what the hell my heart is still beating for

Body Pieces: Bones

I feel like I have no bones  My stomach is getting bigger, and my hips and thighs wider I feel like a glass of grape jelly, but I trust I am tougher than that My feet hold all my bones to carry me through every day Although sometimes they break, they heal much stronger

Body pieces:Brain

Ruler of the heart, and keeper of the mind  My brain is in an inconsistent war with my heart It never battles my mind 

Body Pieces: The anatomical shape of my heart

It still has cracks from the last time it was broken, but they’re healing. It still beats as if it were brand new. How could something the size of my fist dictate life or death? My heart isn’t a shape, it’s an instrument, and the most powerful.