My Name Is Melissa

I was 20 years old when I died, and 20 years old when I became alive again. It all happened within the span of 6 months. One man came in to kill me, and another came in to make me alive. This of course is being taken on record to shed into my new life. I am finally alive. I finally understand what it is to actually live. I'm not just an existence. I am alive.

I Am Seeing In Me Now The Things You Swore You Saw Yourself

It's been so hard for me to believe him when he says those sweet things I've always wanted to hear. The pain others have placed in my heart have overshadowed it for entirely too long, and finally, those walls are starting to fall however slowly that may be. The words still ring in my ears, and in my heart, but slowly they are being silenced by every moment and every word he whispers in my ears. I am finally learning my worth. I am amazing. I am kind hearted, sweet, loving, caring. I am beautiful. I am fun to hang out with. I am funny, spontaneous. I am a strong girl. I have been through alot but I remain strong.