When they said you were bad for me I ignored them covering the bruises with cheap makeup pretending it was just a phase and now here I am. You made me feel good you're words filled me up, so much, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that when you do realize what a waste I am, you'll leave. And I'll be more empty than before.
When I said you were bad for me, you were sad for me and grabbed me by my shoulders shaking me as if I had lost my mind. And maybe I had, because all these years later I still yearn for the sweet little nothings you once provided- empty promises empty rooms, you remember? You said I couldn't have kids. We didn't need a kid, you said. You also said you loved me but I guess we all need to believe in fairy tales... Sometimes.
Some people use us to fill the emptiness that has swallowed their souls. They have lost track of life so they embody their anger and inner torment into a whip that has no mercy on such innocence. You have captured the turmoil of a tragedy that is all too common. This was a great piece. Thank you for sharing your mind.
Some people use us to fill the emptiness that has swallowed their souls. They have lost track of life so they embody their anger and inner torment into a whip that has no mercy on such innocence. You have captured the turmoil of a tragedy that is all too common. This was a great piece. Thank you for sharing your mind.
Thank you for stumbling upon my page in this moment in time. I hope you enjoy my writing.
I write to vent. To deal when my more negative coping skills aren't presence. You may find some are better .. more..