LizzieCRae Writing

Hold me, when I’m pale and frozen, When my knees are weak and my stomach is churning. Cradle me, when I’m trembling and words falte..

Lying there, staring at the bedroom ceiling, Room spinning, Auld Lang Syne, Torn out eardrums, Fireworks screaming, Smudged lipstick, awkward..

My own comment on a seemingly everlasting cycle of emotional abuse