RainbowSparkleBitch

I’m growing tired of the poetry I write Not the writing itself Merely the messages conveyed They portray a weak young girl And although still young I am no longer weak I have been tried and tested Put through more than I would wish on an enemy I have toughened up and am alive That is what I need to write That is what I need to express No longer weak and mournful I am not the child who suffered I am not the teen who felt nothing stronger than the sadness inside Now I am me A young woman who’s been through unspeakable circumstances But who pushed through and stands tall For I am strong

A young Pegasus flies past, carrying a harsh breeze with him as his golden brown mane catches the rays from the sun, making it glint and gleam brightly. His snow white coat sparkling in contrast to the ebony tips, giving no hint to his under feathers. His jade eyes sparkling with the passion and thirst for adventure. His mark being that of a simple compass rose with the arrows covered in tendrils of veins. At his side flies a young fruit bat, managing to keep up with him and standing out against the large and elegant creature. A unicorn vanishes before your eyes, only leaving you a glimpse to see his bright blonde hair, how clever he must be

I've had a hard life, harder than the person that knows the most about me even thinks. I guess I'll start from what I think triggered it all. Well in April of 2008 I was molested multiple times by my friends brother. She would leave to go to the bathroom or  something and then he would stick his hand down my shirt and... well you get it, I really can't go into detail, I'm almost crying just thinking about it. Anyway, shortly after that is when my life began to decline. I never told my parents so they had no idea. To sum up the stuff, basically writing this like a an essay. After that I began to cut, attempt suicide, was depressed, smoked, d