You pull off the layers of my skin, trying to find something within the depths of this lifeless body. After almost seventeen years of harassment, abuse, disrespect there's nothing left to give to you. I'm sorry I can't give what I use to be able to, I'm sorry I can no longer impress you. You finally broke me down, you ripped through me like Hurricane Katrina ripped through the South. You left me broken and beaten, bruised and battered, you flooded me with feelings of alienation, making me feel like some circus freak. In your mind, was I the bearded lady? You always made me feel like I wasn't pretty enough for anyone, like I was never going to be. Or was I the limbless freak? You always pushed me down, made me feel like I wasn't strong enough to hold up my own self. Either way, you're not wanted around here anymore, so please patch up my skin, stitch me back together like I wish you would, or are you just going to leave me here like you used to?
Blogging 2 days in a row :].
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