“In my youth I was nurtured upon the bitter bread of tension, each breath seasoned by unquiet nights and guarded dawns. Thus did my flesh learn to thrive on the restless pulse of worry, finding sustenance in the very chaos that frayed its edges.” PoetrySufferingAddictionChild AbuseChildhood MemoriesChildhood TraumaDark PoetryTramatized Book:VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind Source: VERSES OF THE BROKEN: Echoes From A Fractured Mind
“I'll always remember being called by my mother who beckoned me to look at the screen where a young man was being tortured by the church. Bag over his head, rolling on the ground, crying, suffocating, vomiting while the congression continues yelling chants, “God will save you!” treating him like the devil's child. It was the first time I’ve ever doubted God. First time I’ve ever heard the terms ‘Gays, and ‘Queers.’ I went through a lot in my childhood, but this was the first I’ve ever been so traumatized. My mom tells me they deserved it and the church tries to justify their actions as if it was the most intelligent excuse in the world. At 12 years old, I knew only one thing. I would never be like them.” ChurchGayLgbtTramatized Author:Merlin
“I should hate her. I should punch her and scream at her until she never wants to see my face again. But as I stare up at her, I don’t see the monster, the one overtaken by ambition. I see the little girl that has had her own choices taken away a thousand times over. I see the little girl longing for everything that she has never had, safety and security.” HateHurtAmbitionTraumaTramatized Book:Perfectly Fractured (The Imperfect, #1). Source: Perfectly Fractured (The Imperfect, #1).