Unspoken words

You have wanted to write for long. Too long. About everything. About the first day of school, about family, about him and about her and really just about you. But you've been choked. With too many words to get out. Too much hurt to relinquish. So what now? Are you going to write your story? Or dream of the day you do? Are you going to put it into words? Are you going to GET IT OUT finally? Or are you just going to stay silent like your mom always tells you to. It's scary being you. Never knowing when things are going to explode and you're the only you know who can pick up the pieces of your own damage. Not knowing why you cause the damage. Not knowing why you can't stop the destruction. But you still do. And you can't stop messing up no matter how hard you try. You can pretend you're a good girl but you know who you really are. Well actually you don't. You don't know who you are. Are you who they label you? A sex addict, a monster, a whore or are you the smart one, the artist, the talented one? Who are you and when did your innocence leave that you don't even remember your identity? Where did the child in you leave and who forced her out of you. I miss her I miss her so much and I would do anything, give up anyone to get her back.