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Love Among The Damaged

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:

Those who need love the most will almost never find it. That is the coldest and cruelest truth of human existence. It burns like ice.

No one needs love more than those who’ve been deprived of it, yet no one has more difficulty getting it. And no one finds it easier to lose it, either. It’s like a romance comedy that abruptly turns into a horror movie again and again and again.

When you’ve been exposed to extreme cruelty—or savage indifference—early on, your life is a repeated waking nightmare. If you grew up deprived of love, you will most likely grow old the same way. If you grew up bathed in love, you will bask like a giggling baby in the sunshine until you die. And once you are set on your path, it is nearly impossible to bend the road.

It’s like damaged…

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I can’t write and I can’t function anymore

I’ve been waiting so long for them to see my flaws

I’m only human but I’m not like the rest

See, I’ve got hope branded across my chest


My ideals are based on truth and morality

But now and then I indulge in fantasy

In that place I lose myself

There is no heaven only hell


The burning encompasses my whole world

And it’s like the sun blew up

But no one heard

It shattered leaving shards of sunlight stuck.

And they blind my eyes with their golden beams

But in my head all I can do is scream


The hole inside grows with the days

I fear I am just chasing the shade

Shadows follow me everywhere I go.

The darkness has become part of my soul.


You think I’m foolish and just a child

But there is so much that I can barely hide

All you have to do is look into my eyes

Then you’ll see the beginnings of my demise


Brimming and boiling it surfaces from within

Its brilliant black fumes contaminate my skin

Scarlet tattoos on my wrist

But darling don’t worry, I’m fine if you insist


My legs are numb and my heart beat is slow

You think I’m alright but there is so much you don’t know

Breathing is only natural for those who are alive

And I am just living without any life

I smile and laugh and watch the sky

The clouds float along; I tell them “goodbye”


Underneath my flesh and bones reek

They know that I am anything but complete

They’re rotting with pain and hollowed with anger

Push me too hard and watch my stamina


I’m not strong – just alone

That builds a force bigger than you’ll ever sow

So be my crutch and help me walk

Head up, stance poised to stalk

I can fake it better than I’ve been taught.


I stare at the picture unblinkingly. I recognise the girl but she is so different. The sunlight on her unblemished cheeks is reminiscent of her pure and bright soul. Happiness radiates from her eyes and her smile spreads across her face like a rainbow in the sky.

I wish I could warn her and tell her to enjoy it before it’s too late. I want to shake some sense into her and tell her to appreciate everything. But I can’t.

I cannot slip into the past and correct my mistakes. It’s too late to say what I should have then and it is futile to dwell on this now.

Somehow I can’t prevent myself from sifting through the memories.

I read the diary entries with a sense of surprise. I hardly remember the events I’ve written about. It seems like it happened to another person, I can barely recall any of them.

Have I shut too much out? Did I block the bad out as well as the good?

The girl is a stranger to me, we are wholly different. It scares me to look at her now because I don’t remember when she transformed into the hollow shell that I am.

All I have are the pictures and the poetry and the diary entries.

But they are not enough to resurrect an image in my head.

The change has been so drastic and so complete. I am in shock and I am afraid.

Was it supposed to happen like this?

Questions always fucking questions without any Goddamn answers.

I’m so tired of this depression – this heavy solitude and futile pursuit of happiness. Every time I have minimal contentment I end up disappointed.

There will never be a life for me just an empty existence. I have accepted it and while it does hurt, I have no choice but to carry on.


Beauty in Fear

Awaken the storm

Burn the sadness from my eyes

Revel in the warmth

And put on a disguise


The rain falls down

Purifying the fire within

And there is only now

Nothing matters besides this skin


There is hope in my veins

It thrums with an almost sick pain

But it makes me feel alive

It helps me see the stars align


I’ve got fear written all over my head

It seeps through every single day

But there is beauty in its arrogant stead

And I will triumph from its graze


Scratch this page with my words

And scream until I am heard

Someone will save me from this death

And until then, I will take another breath

Praying on each and every step.


Strip me bare to the bone. Peel my skin gently like a lover would take off my clothes. Tear the material, ripping it brutally until it falls. Show them that I am made of flesh and blood after all.

Slide the bra straps down and enjoy the feeling of here and now. Mark me with your teeth and love. Leave evidence of where your lips were.

Wipe the lipstick from my mouth as though you were giving me a sweet and tender kiss. Breathe upon my naked lips as though filled with desire to see my raw and exposed form. Does it make you feel the currents of an electric storm? Do you like what you see? This bruised and bloody body.

Cut into the tissue with your strong hands and watch the vermillion run like paint across a snowy canvas. But I am no muse and this is not an artwork.

Dig into my back until your fingers reach that beating bird in my chest. Choke its fluttering wings and prevent it from ever flying again.

Stop the pain from driving me insane.

Tell me, am I beautiful now?

You’ve got what you wanted. I lie here like some sort of broken Barbie, damp curls splayed on the pillow like a corpse.

This is necromancy of a different style, for once you’ve seen my innermost parts, you will discover that there is nothing there – a void being that has stopped believing.

I’m waiting for you to love this desecrated and defiled mess. Because that’s all that lies beneath this black dress. A doomed soul filled with distress that is so beyond saving it is nothing short of hopeless.


I’ve got no wise words today. There is an emptiness that permeates this room. There is work to be done but in my lifeless state it seems to matter far less than usual.
I should be so happy. I worked hard to get into this university and my success should taste as sweet as fresh-fallen snow. But still, there is something missing.
I keep searching for ways to fill the void. I keep thinking that maybe if I fell in love, the illusion would fill some empty space within.
But there has been nothing. My relationship status is non-existent.
The loneliness gets to me sometimes . . . It ravages what little hope I have and destroys its seedlings too.
So I stare vacantly into space. I drown the people around me out with music and stay shut up in my head. It may be dark but at least I know it’s safe. I can control what goes on inside – I am the sole master. No one has access to my thoughts and that privacy gives me great joy.

Sometimes . . .

Questions formulate under my eyelashes. Do you see them in my eyes? Everyone feels pain. It ignites the blood in your veins. Floods your senses with fluctuating emotions. And you are consumed by the burning. You wonder where is came from, what started the fire in the first place. But you can come to no conclusions. So you carry on walking down the road with a blank look on your face. Stifling the rage and fear. Your breathing is strained and stained by everything you’re holding back. Waiting, always waiting for it to attack. Turning, to look over your shoulder, sure that someone can see through the black. There’s a permanent night sky overhanging your head, but no one can see. They’re all just lost in the turbulent fantastical facade of fallacy. Behind the war I wage within, they have no idea of the depth of the scars on my skin. Play along, bite your tongue, pretend that you’re only living while you’re young. Underneath it all the reality hurts, you’ve become immersed in a never-ending swirl. There’s no way out and as you search, you long for someone who can help you learn. But there is no one, just your shadow. But even he leaves you in darkness. So you strive to be independent and accept the internal solitude as an irrevocable part of your soul. The tears aren’t even a half of the sorrow you have embedded in your fragile body. You trace the translucent skin over your wrist and think back to what you did to feel alive. The blood was proof of course, that you were still present in this fucked up world. Even though most of the time you were a walking-corpse. And I guess you needed that proof, because sometimes breathing isn’t enough. And sometimes feeling is just an illusion made of flimsy stuff. And sometimes you’re sure that this world is just an elusive bluff. But I’ll scream for hope and try to believe that somewhere out there I’ll find something that is REAL. Blink away the queries and stomach the blow. Soon you’ll discover that nothing is ever really whole.