We have all felt pain. Physically and emotionally. But have you experienced a pain that was eating inside of you? Chewing your flesh? And you feel like death was the only way out?
This is a shortened version of my battle with the monsters inside of me.
They always made sure to tell me I wasn’t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
I did not write this poem, my best friend/"sister" wrote it. She wants commentary, but she can't get online to "publish" them. So I typed it out for her and posted it, with her premission, to my site. Please read and comment.