beaten

i wish they would just beat me. i want to be bruised from head to toe so i dont have to hurt myself continuously. i dont want to be the only one wondering if i have survived, the only one wondering if i exist. am i alive, am i anything? yes the scarrs still exist but when will the disappear, when will i disappear….. he says he loves me, but when it comes down to it what will he sacrafice? for once i want to see his hands fling to my face. i want to feel pain and fear again….. i need to feel something again…..
honestly, how many girls have had this happen to them? im sick of it…..
(Source: infinitemeanderings)
love?
How doth love torture me so willingly when all i do is give to you. I want to believe that out there, somewhere, there is another part of me searching for this half as well. But why is it so hard to concentrate when i am alone? Why must i cry when i think of my self loathing loneliness? If only there was some way i could set my self free with a single bullet. I wish there was some way love could just take me away and save me from this horror filled society. My dear mother, Aphrodite, did not wish this life upon me for she sees love in even the most darkest of corners in this time, like my father Hades. Where do i turn when the ones keeping me safe from this world, from the torturous love, are so far from my reach. Please someone find me in the dark and lead me into the lite of happiness and passion, i cannot stand to be alone any longer………
Reblog this if you’re a child of Hades. I’ll follow you!
Just wanna find more half sisters/brothers
(Source: loganobsession)


