On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
MAGGIE BOWYEROn my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
MAGGIE BOWYERYour words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
MAGGIE BOWYERWhen you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
MAGGIE BOWYERI’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
MAGGIE BOWYERThese words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
MAGGIE BOWYERWhat started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
MAGGIE BOWYERI knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
MAGGIE BOWYERMy wells have run dry, but not because i miss you any less, I finally accept that this is life.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYERI was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYERThe last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
MAGGIE BOWYERIt has been years now and you still remain, blood stains splattered across my brain. Its not that you were the first woman that I loved, you were the first person I memorized properly.
MAGGIE BOWYERAm i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
MAGGIE BOWYERDecember sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
MAGGIE BOWYER