Because when I reach out a hand to touch another human, they see my disfigured limb and turn away in disgust.

(Source: sheisglorious)

(Source: blessedwithafuckingcurse)

How do you keep finding me?

The tiny, cold hand that once grasped my skin; the beautiful, fragile voice that once distracted me from my pain. I can feel you here: quietly squeezing yourself under my blanket, gently petting my mane as I sleep. You’ve held unto me for the longest without killing me. Why did they say you would kill me?! You’re perfect and I’ll always surrender to you.

Sometimes I stare at the wall

And imagine every inch of it drenched in your blood. It’s doing a glorious dance: leaking all over the carpets, running out the window down the street.

She’s not an “it”…. and yes, I will keep her.

"Ask no questions, hear no lies. There’s no smoke without a fire."