http://slow.writerscafe.org/monroe422 The original writings of author Shaunta R. Edwards en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022479 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am brokenI am damagedI am everything you hate...and nothing I love...My soul is dilutedRundownManipulated...This pain is so mundaneCan't tolerate a reflectionLooking at you makes me hate me...Want to cut them harder, somehow make you disappear.My memories,My love.A mere switch that could be turned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/592968/ My mind races...Knees buckle.Dreaming of the day he will set me free.He is too much to absorb.It's like fire, but I want more...Afraid to breath.I may O.D.If only I could inject him into me...Breath him in...I am afraid I would never exhale.The touch of him, velvet amongst my colorless skin...Longin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/592965/ Your broken wordsNo longer stingNo longer living in your apathyMy broken soulNo longer achesNo longer living in my tragedyOur broken heartWill come to healNo longer inviting this miseryMy broken promiseMy universeNo longer lingering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/545951/ Swirling TwirlingDown my Black HoleUnfortunateFoolLost in PityMy Own SelfDestructionInept AttributesWhy is it so cold?BlackFeeling this or FeelingNothing at allIs that my only choice?Cold and FrailBruisesLining BruisesUnable to SufficeTo SurfaceHeadBarelyHoldingOn to AnythingNothing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/545949/ for a dear friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/545946/  lying all alonelying to myself.lying to the world, possibly? maybe?listening to misguided words...words so nonchalant, so plain as day...disturbed by my own interpretations looking at the pale dilapidated figure staring back in the mirror...she would love to overtake my soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/472042/  my darkest hourit's only mefear beckons, but emotions are to far off in the distanceno arms to love meno soul to comfort meno peace of mind to lie my tired eyes to rest...it's darkemptymy darkest hourcreeps up from behindsnatching my heart from beneath my chest...one look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/448340/  All alone i lie...Lie to myself, Lie to you...why does it matter?why doesn't it matter?My reflection doesn't even look back now...so desperate for your lovemy arms stretched outa young girl crying to herself....but heroin, stronger than lovea daughters love...ripped you awa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/448336/ All these things about you... confuse me to my soul...I Love You... I Hate You...Arguments left Lingering...Distant cries of Yesterday,Still grasping at my Heart....Constant BattleArguments tossed about...Yet the Love remains....No matter what you do, it will never change..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/444302/  Why?Why do I stay?Why do I play this game?Why do I hit repeat on this soundtrack of life?Why do I wake up every day?Why am I me?Why do I ask why? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/443315/          I suppose it began many years before i can recall, but that sweltering summer day I got my first taste of freedom. My first glimpse of real independence, or so I was naive enough to believe. Standing there next to my sister I literally thought I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/440620/ Dedicated to myself... a story of family affairs, drug addiction and everything that goes along with the two... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/440619/  It's Never EnoughThe cuts, never deep enoughself infliction at it's best...that'ts my fortay...Graduated from the physical t;ype however...experimenting with the emotional endeavors....Either way the pain is real, slit my heart and bleed and feel...No real reasonNo real .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/440569/ Questions?Answers?All wrapped up in the simple complexities of my life...a contradiction here, another thereall blindside by simple wordscomplex thoughtsthoughts of hethoughts of shewords said, written, expressed all hung out to dry time taking unexpected, unprotected t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/440257/ Locked Within My Own HellfireBurns Alone in the night... unrecognizable, unnoticed...Consumed By Dimmed Ashes  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439637/  The Love That Dwells Beneath once though lost, reappear all to soonEver Burning in My Heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439636/  No knight in shining armor...No Prince Charming...Locked Away in my Lonely TowerThe wicked wicked StepchildHands Tied Behind my BackInching for the Light...But somehow never quite able to Reach it... No Ball Room Gowns...No Fairy GodmotherLocked Away behind the Bars of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439600/ reminiscing on every inch of youdying to have moreneeding itbegging for itjust to feel it inside of mepulsing, throbbingevery inch further and furtherscreaming with passionunable to control myselfwanting more and moreneeding it more and moreevery inchfurther into my souleve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439135/  even through yearseven through timesome things never dieeven the simplest of memories don't fadesmilesglances, recalled from times long agothe simplest of wordsburn forever in memory  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439122/  lying awake at night... dreaming of what could have beenwhat could bestupid decision made somewhere in a teenage minddreams only bring back regretregret that runs to deepdeep into my veins pulsing, bleeding your essencereasons i can't recallreasons that i ranso lost in indecisi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439119/  I need to hear your voice...Need to see those dazzling eyes...get lost in them.escape into themyour touch... so.... euphoricdying to lie between the sheets...dying to reconnect to the one you thought slipped away... I need to feel your fingers...gently caressing....eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/439107/ Two People Inside Me?Which One is Me?Both?The Self Destructive Soul headed for Damnation, or the Level Headed Mother with a bright future?Which one is it?Do I even Know?Nothing lies inside but answerless questions.So Lost Within Myself.Not Knowing Who I am, Who I love, What I dare to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/monroe422/438716/