Hey it's me the same person I've always been ....have you forgotten already? I'm still me ..I'm still The girl whose heart you confused and broke. I'm still the girl who just wants sleep. I'm still the girl who hasn't slept for fear of seeing you in her nightmares. I'm still the girl who can remember why you said I ended it first. I'm still the girl who has feelings for you.....goodnight I hope you can sleep because I know I wont.☁

Renegade...

Was what he called me.He said my mouth was here but my heart kept on run’n.I supposedly could talk a storm but never backed it up.He called me the scaredy cat who never woke up.I was the lock to his key... the wood to his flame until I woke up and realized the pain. The pain he caused me and held me to ....the pain which made me run away.Thats how I got the name...

R e n e g a d e.

I'm ok....I smile at you hoping you would believe me! There's no reason for you to worry I'll be ok. Brave girls don't show the hurt and pain in the outside. We save that for our alone time. We find comfort in our tears and dreams. Our dreams of a mythical , calm world somewhere out there.... We learn to get the unacceptance to your world. Trust me we are fine with that.......As long as you don't see us how we see ourselves that is our only fear.

It was like lightning in my heart

You held it and broke it all apart

Leaving it shattered and crushed on the ground .

Watching from a distance with no melancholy left in me I gathered the strength to run away.

To run away from the hurt and pain.

To run away from the crippling voice inside me saying you will never be enough ....

But it was true ...

I Melody wasn’t enough ..... at least not for him or this world that brought me down and held me under till it was all too much.

I realized I wasn’t enough ....

Tick -tock -tick- tock .The clock zoned out her sobs in the silent of the night .Her shallow breathing echoed in her head as her heart pelted against her chest.She wanted to scream, to run, to just let it out but she didn’t know how ... laying her sweaty forehead against the pillows. Twisting and turning to find relieve from the vivid pictures playing inside her head. They were pulling and taking her memories and turning them into dark, horrendous thoughts making her dread for what was to come. Her shaking hand reached for her glass of water to ease the sweltering heat ....