2 Quotes by Christa Black

Being loved continuously when you believe that you're unlovable is like throwing salt on a wound. It stings like acid. You want it desperately, instinctively knowing deep down you were wired to need it. But the more love given, the more unworthy of love you behave, constantly trying to find ways to make up for the void and pain that reside like a monster inside your heart.

The storms the wind, the rain have met me once againAnd interrupted blueThe sky turned gray, turned cold, turned winter once againAnd interrupted blueBut I'm here for nowYes, I'm hereThough storm, though wind, though rain have met me once againAnd interrupted blue I'm still here