You don’t have to end up like your parents.
Writing my way through life, one word at a time.
Just because you don’t have the marks to prove it doesn’t mean you didn’t suffer through abuse.
Not every year brings about good change. Not every year is going to be one to remember. Not every year is full of accomplishing goals and finding yourself.
You don’t get to take one part of me and leave the rest behind.
Don’t worry, I see you.
He doesn’t focus his attention on you when you’re together.
It’s turning wounds into scars and knowing that it’s okay to have marks on your skin, showing all that you’ve been through.
Then, you will want to change again.