I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYERYou were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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You’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.
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I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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When 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.
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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.
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December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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It 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.
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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I am an emotional equation, continually miscalculation, escalation, you should be elated!
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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These 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.
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Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
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