I think you’ve got to get out whatever’s hurting you through your art, so it doesn’t twist you up inside.

I know you’re upset, I know you’re scared, but don’t walk away.

I know I’m not to blame for what he did. And I know, too, that I am strong inside–stronger than I ever realized.

If I want to get out of here, I have to be the one to save myself.

I should know better than anyone–you can’t tell who a person is just from his looks.

You don’t deserve the anger you’re turning on yourself. Your abuser’s the one who does.