This is the story
of a girl, who was told she was nothing. Told nobody would want her and no one would love her. She was only a toy, a possession
to many sick bastards who killed her daily of a time span of twelve years. A Fed up teenager,sick of trying to be this perfect
teenager, perfect christian, perfect student. so she finally had enough, and wanted revenge! So day by day she would rebel
against the fabric of the she was made upon and vowed to never be used again. Most people who know me tend to say I'm a pretty
much happy person who has such dreams and hopes, yet if they really only knew what i went through inside they would change
their opinion. I never really asked to be different or ask to abused it just happeded. You can't change the past or ignore
it like it never happened, you learn to live with the scars and hope they don't seep open with the pain that builds behind
them.
i have been asked numerous times what makes who iam. read more and find out
Becareful of the pain words which come out of the silence... for they
can be as sharp as dagers. Beware of the words because they can pierce the strongest armor and can wake the dead spirits residing
in our hearts. Be warned your heart may not be able to take the turth or the content of such a sad stroy of abuse and torment.
this site come right out the of head of a soul colored by so many emotions which seemed to consume the will to live. she
was in love, had pure hatred, was abused, used and trhown away, has been pressured to be something she wasnt. but who hasnt
felt that way ever? what makes her so special? she survived....
So do you want to go on and know her more?
you have entered at your own risk
This is the story of a girl. A girl for so long was told she was worth love and no
one would love her. And for so long she believed the lies. Like a caged bird she was put on display and forced to sing a miseriable
song. Till one day she learned how to open her cage and flew away......
our lives meant nothing; we were sinners,whores, alcoholics, love addicts. some nights we were prositutes,
selling our hearts on the open market...we turned good girls into siners, bad boys into lovers, and ourselves from abused
little girls into broken women
