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I’m on my own in a room of plenty, reminiscing something I don’t want to. These people here only care for themselves and not all of the things they put me through. It gets to the point I must be silent to keep intact some of my sanity. For if I lose my mind here
I think often upon the night we fell. The sorrow that escaped my eyes had dripped down my cheek and poisoned my lips to tell lies. It seems to me that pain exists so that we create more to torture our souls before death, the reality we bargained for. You told me that you loved
You used to love making the truth hazy so that everyone thought I was crazy when no one else was around I now have to put up a wall and be prepared for the fall when you once again let me down It’s my fault for every time I believe you’d change on a dime
There comes a point in all our lives When we reach the age of truth. Where they ask what we plan to do with the remainder of our lives. As they always do. In these moments you will learn, Who truly believed in you, the individual, And who never cared about your future if it
You walk out the door my heart on the floor. You do not answer my question for you. You say it’s too much, my heart says it’s not. You wish for a change, my hope has faltered. I no longer think I can handle it. We are nothing but broken.
But took the baby in her arms soothed the tantrum, calmed the hurt, until he forgot the mother who left. Silence. But walked five miles to school when the nurse called to take the child’s hand and carry him home. Silence. But skipped out on the paycheck to hold the ice pack against the child’s
I do not fear men, their threats or their promises. There isn’t much that I wouldn’t be numb to. I do not fear God, should there be one. Anything He could do to hurt me has already been done. I do not fear death, for if death means that I will feel nothing, then the
When I was three I forgot the pains that occur when a two-year-old remains. But in the first grade a kid found out, said my mother’s death he knew all about. I let a few kids change my perception, and I fell deep down into the deception. Because a motherless child was wrong, and a
I wish my mom still lived to see me now so that she would say I’m what she wanted and that grandma was still here to “wow” at the life I built and would have flaunted. Yet ironically, the wretched aunt lives, to leave me in fear of meth relapses, with blackened hands for the
The smell of sweat- My tears as I’m slowly dancing, A young child on stage, early practice, lowly dancing. Mother says “Ballet is what makes a girl solely happy. Nothing else matters but when you’re wholly dancing.” In my heart, mind, and soul, my holy trinity, I knew deep down I wasn’t made for rolely
Sy Redemption 