2011

I lost a reason, and I lost the rhyme,
I found myself, but I lost track of time

I have been haunted since I turned in age
but I think I found something for turning the page

I started cutting my hair short, I'm leaving home soon
I blocked out your memories,

But I still miss the smell of June.





[In the spring of 2011 I was in a relationship where I was smacked around, stranded in a strange town, and starved. I lost 60-65 pounds in a matter of three months. June is when I left him, June is a very special time of year for me, because I always remember how free I was, and how much better that freedom was than anything else I experienced for quite some time after. 
I live with PTSD and I've finally (after a few years) made my peace with what happened to me, and I'm tired of being silent about it, I'm tired of using other stories to cover up what happened to me, 
and I don't care if you think it's just too much personal information. 
People use the cliche of a phoenix rising from the ashes all the time, so I guess just think of me like that. I found a piece of myself that I lost in that shithole town, in that shithole house, 

and I'm closer to who I was always meant to be.]