There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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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Your words hit harder than your fists, Neither missed.
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The last time you backstabbed me I grew a backbone. I should thank you.
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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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I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
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You were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
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I’m not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.
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I should have known the moment your lips met mine that we were having an affair with borrowed time.
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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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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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I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
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