From the deep womb of my mind, she waited to emerge. Though I was oblivious to her actions, she seeped her way through. She was my conscious. She lost me in her words, a melody to my soul. Like a little bird, she perched nearby, and sang her thoughts till I made them my own. She made me strong when I was weak. She made me say, feel and do things which I thought was not possible. She was there for me when I was alone. Trapped. Forgotten. She knew all the right things to say. She eased my pain, my stress, and kept me sane. I've kept her to myself for so long. Now she has finally broken free. Her heart beats in my chest. Her blood flows through my veins. She is the darkest and lightest parts of me- or whatever is left of me. From her former shadows, she can finally tell you the words and emotions I dare not speak or share. Here are her stories...


Zipporah's Chronicles.



Monday, June 28, 2010

Sticks and Stones May break my Bones, But Words Will never hurt me!?!?!? {My ass}



He always spoke to me so softly and sweetly...
He said he'd never hurt me...
He gave me his word...
I believed him...
I let him in...
I let my guard down for the first time in a long time...
Never let your guard down.
And he hurt me.
Intentionally or Unintentionally, It hurt like crap...
My heart skipped more than a beat, it took a pause...
Suddenly, everything started to hurt:
My head...
My stomach...
My eyes...
My body shivered, and I felt cold.
Not the Kind Of Cold you feel when the window is open,
but the kind Of Cold you feel when your body is about to shut down.
My hands shook.
I cried.
I never cry.
Not over something as simple as words. A fragment. especially from a guy.
That's not like me.
It was a pain I have never felt before.
But I didn't stop crying, and I couldn't control it. Couldn't stop.
I held myself and cried myself to sleep...
He has no idea what he has done to me...
But I'm a fast healer...
and a good actor.
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