What the hell is my problem?

publication by: Elizabeth Wallace
Written on Jul 30, 2014

Survivors guilt is what i have.  I wished that he would hit me like that so that i could shrink and give up and rise to live another day.  That's some pretty fucked up thinking right there, isn't it? Label that kind of mental health issue any way you want, what it boils down to is I don't fulfil my potential.  And that is frustrating, it is manic sometimes. 

 

Tags:

 

More by Elizabeth Wallace

...
moments of perfec...

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

Moments of Perfection when we washed over each other like water and our souls played like children that grew together in teenage lust and your touch lit a thousand candles of desire that burnt my hurt to rust. and the effect of y... Read more

...
Oh good lord, tha...

poem by Elizabeth Wallace

The shy little glance I gave you was key, didn't you feel special, a one and only. How softly and subtly you tricked me to bed, so wanting of your company I go where I'm led? But naked I'm comfortable, a pleasant surprise, ... Read more