~exprez135/taliaferro

ref: 41b761219f7ad99ad4da79709dcf2ccb802bd226 taliaferro/public_html/author/Ghost-Girl/index.xml -rw-r--r-- 2.9 KiB
41b76121 — Nate rebuilding site Mon Feb 10 17:44:55 CST 2020: Swim regionals 2019-2020. 2 years ago
                                                                                
1
<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Ghost Girl on The Taliaferro Times Online</title><link>https://thetaliaferrotimes.org/author/Ghost-Girl/</link><description>Recent content in Ghost Girl on The Taliaferro Times Online</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>The Taliaferro Times - A public forum for student expression - student editors make all content decisions. Except where otherwise noted, content on this site is licensed under a</copyright><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://thetaliaferrotimes.org/author/Ghost-Girl/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Battle Scars</title><link>https://thetaliaferrotimes.org/2019/02/2019-02-01-battle-scars-by-ghost-girl/</link><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://thetaliaferrotimes.org/2019/02/2019-02-01-battle-scars-by-ghost-girl/</guid><description>These wallsFeel like a prisonThis box I hide myself inIt’s collapsing And I can’t find the door to get outThe room is filled with invisible doubtsFears and emotions that I only know one wayTo get them to stop screaming at meI am not proud of itI am downright terrifiedThe people I call friendsHelp me so muchBut I still worry that One day they will hate me as much as I doI don’t eat and nothing is easy anymoreLiving every day is a painBut I do it and to meI am stronger than any girl of steel could ever beMy life has changedMy field of daisies and flowersHas died and I just can’t do itLive every day like nothing is wrong When everything is wrongWhen the walls of society don’t exist anymore And I just float in that black void Between belonging and popularityThe one candle that lit that dark voidIs gone, snuffed out like it was nothingAnd in this dark void is a tempting offerLike the devil is asking me to sell my soulBut then the demon raging in my head fadesAnd that one part of me that is still humanWonders why would I put the people I love through thisBut then the demon takes hold once again And tells me that no one loves meOver and Over day after dayAnd to be honestHe’s right and sureYou just think I am crazy and rantingBut to me this is the next best thingThis might not mean anything to you but Five months, five months without a new scarBut without a new scar I realize that The voices in my head get strongerI can hardly stop my hands from shaking And just like that my beautiful God given giftIs torn away from meBut that doesn’t even come close to The pain I feel 24/7And as a reflex I have started callingThese marks of pain my “battle scars”What battle was I in you may askI have one answer for youI am losing a war with myselfAnd I won that tiny trivial battle But it doesn’t matter nowBecause I hurt so much And there is nothingThat anyone canDo aboutIt</description></item></channel></rss>