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Howl.A pained moan. Soon, followed by another one.Howl. by Avishy
I can't scream, I can't do anything to voice my feelings. This is the only thing I can do to get it out somehow.
Though really, are these emotions coming out, or my pain due to effort I put in storing everything in?
It hurts, and yet she, another me, instead of helping me, just laughs.
She likes watching me struggle. She likes seeing me like this, broken.
And then I've had enough. Again. Because this situation doesn't happen for first, second, or even third time. I have lost the count already.
But everything stays the same. And so do commands and questions.
"Will you ever let me go? Let me go!"
I scream in my head and scream, and she laughs. And on the outside, I can only moan pathetically.
And there it is, again, the laughter that will never fade.
A kiss, and a hug. Seems like an innocent, caring gesture, right? Well, not here.
"I won't." she says, and she means it.
Because she knows I don't want her to.
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.... and nobody cares. by LyricalRefuge
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.Rape from a different Perspective by Yamiga
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.
So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?
I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?
Many of you may think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite gender. No, I am not the one who is supposed to call for help or scream, I am not the one who is assaulted. I am supposed to be able to take care of myself in these situations.
But while I am a male, I am also human...
Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean I don't hurt inside for what was done to me...Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean tha
A Rapist Wears PinkA rapist can wear lipstick, make up, dresses or skirts,A Rapist Wears Pink by Yamiga
Her nails can be painted brightly, her eyes can still harbor hurt.
A rapist can walk with heels, that click as she drags her feet,
A rapist can have a feminine voice, that comes pouring from her vile teeth.
A rapist can be a woman, that much should be clear,
Yet a few ignorant people, will choose not to adhere.
A rapist can pick her victim, as easily as the next,
She can claim she’s just lost or stranded, then force you into sex.
A rapist can cry wolf, as long as she cries feminist first,
A rapist can ruin your life style, make day to day living worse.
A rapist can put you in jail, with one tear of her eye.
A rapist will claim that you’ve hit her, that you wanted her to die.
A rapist is a liar, she hides behind her make up.
A rapist will be in your dreams, even when you wake up.
A rapist has the ability to avoid the clutches of the law,
A rapist can claim you’ve hit her, if you didn’t stand for her at
My alter-egosYou see, I have these beings in my head I call alter-egos. They're parts of me that appear whenever I need them. They represent me, they come from the deepest side of my soul. It might seem crazy, but that's the best way I can describe them. They're very different from my other OCs (Vince, Renka, Alice, ete); they're very special to me. Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things myself...My alter-egos by Starlollipop
Keiko: can I? Can I explain it? Pleeeeaseee?
Okay, go ahead.
Keiko: okay, we are special beings that live inside Sandra's mind. We were formed of her subconscious, so that makes us different of her other OCs she created herself. We're here to protect her, to make her feel better when she has her episodes of depression. Recently, she decided to make us public because we told her it was a good idea.
Now we will show a list of all the alter-egos Sandra has:
-Abyss (Gloomy Apocalypse): Demon
-Adelaida (No pony alias yet)
-Angel (Pulsar Majoris): Male version of Sandra
-Astrid (Star Lollipop): Birdwing