EllieMae

who You were to me. i miss every piece of who you were to me. the truth is, i dont know if you are real, but i do know that ...

A girls guide to being pretty in college. Pretty girls have friends in college, They are part of all the parties. All I have to wallow in Is my own ...

dreams never shared i dream of a life where i am never called strong again. i dream of a life where i can look pretty without everyone noticing. i dream ...

life as a movie if my life was a movie, it would start by showing the girl i was before. the only scars on my skin, were the ones from ...

Squeeze and Squirm There is room for all except for me. always space to squeeze and squirm an extra friend. spots for all but not quite enough for my tiny ...

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, is something I hate to hear. It reminds me of my mother's rage, and all the pain she has refused to heal ...

My mother wasn't always a mother, she was once a little girl who played with dolls and needed help to tie the ribbon on the back of her dress. She ...

You are learning to knit. I try to rest, but not even sleep wants me. It is at these moments that I think about you. You are learning to knit. ...

Two-sided I prayed for the mother you were when others were around. I prayed that she would stay and that her laughter would linger. The only time I remember you ...

Traumatized Your trauma made you stronger. No. My trauma made me traumatized and it gave me everything that I never wanted. My trauma is an inheritance of every weakness that ...

Broken With Brutality As a child, you were broken with brutality, but you are still strong enough to stand. Frightened with fierceness, but you are as gentle as the autumn ...

Alone But Not Lonely You were my confidence. I looked you in the eyes and you laughed without fear. You covered me with your shadow in the sun. And you ...

The Tears On My Path You made me cry, and then yelled at me for crying. What do you want me to do, to make myself worthy of your attention? ...

i cant talk about it, TW- Suicide becuase talking about it makes me remember and remembering feels like you. i remember your smile. phone calls home were hard. you loved ...

You Spoke My Langauge In a foreign country, you were the first one I met who spoke my language. My tongue twisted in a knot that only you could untangle. ...