When your biological father doesn’t love you, it cuts you deep. It leaves you vulnerable and weak. Leaving you open to predators Who seek to do nothing but devour you. When your father doesn’t love you It leaves you searching for it in the wrong places. It leaves you craving it. No matter how it is that you taste it. Love is all that you want. Love is all that you long for. To be loved. It is all you dream about. You fall for all the lies. No matter how big or small. You will

She was lost in her own hell. Barely holding on. She thought she knew better than to sleep with the devil. His lies kissed her lips and she was gone. His masked disguise left her blind. Her strength and courage was sucked right out of her. She was a dead woman walking. Scared to cry out for help. Scared to run away. She held back her tears and carried on each day. Not knowing how much more she could take. Not knowing if tomorrow she would awake. Walking on eggshells. Plotting

Have you ever wondered why? Why he or she covers up the lies? Why he or she doesn’t just leave? Why he or she cannot see what you see? Have you ever tried to understand? Walk in his or her shoes if you can? Ever think of the dangers that are at hand? Do you realize the mental control that is in place? Do you know the things that he or she must face? Do you know what is possibly at stake? How much careful planning it all takes? Before judging and assuming, before victim bashin

One morning she woke up different. Done with trying to figure out who was with her, against her or walking down the middle because they didn’t have the guts to pick a side. She was done with anything that didn’t bring her peace. She realized that opinions were a dime a dozen. Validation was for parking. Loyalty wasn’t a word but a lifestyle. It was this day that her life had changed. Not because of a man. Or a job. But because, she had finally realized that life is way too sh

If the scars from emotional abuse were visible to the naked eye. I assure you, you most certainly would cry. Possibly die inside. Try to figure out Why? I can’t deny. The pain I felt inside. The sleeplessness nights where I cried. Asking God why? Why? What did I do? To deserve this abuse. What can I do? To be free from this dude? I haven’t got a clue. So lost and confused. Can’t see my escape route. Scared to stay but more afraid to leave. If I try to leave surely I’ll bleed.