LadyKlu
I could be cliche and start off with not all who wander are lost. Well if you're wandering typically you want to find something new and not be found. I'm currently in my last year of my 20s and 30 is coming sooner than I wanted. With that comes with more medical issues. I suffer from depression, anxiety... Blablabla you know the pms related things. I also deal with a laundry list of immune disorders. Daily life is a struggle and no one can really see what I have going on since all but 1 are hidden. Getting back to not so Debbie Downer things.. I love to pen. I do a lot. I just do not put most out there. I'm a cancer so I'm by nature a bitch. Sorry.
To the man who has done me wrong.
To the men who complain about women.
Why don't you for once look at who you are!
We women will be fine without you.
Why push yourselves on to us like we need you. Like we need you to keep us safe and warm at night. Stop complaining about who we are. We have been the same for many years. Are you afraid that we may have slight power? That we may just not need you at all.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
It's been so many years since I have seen your smile, heard your laugh, been enveloped with your hugs and melted with your kiss. I am sorry. I know sorry will not bring you back. I wish you would have stuck it out here. Things would have gotten better. I could have promised you that. I want to thank you because with you leaving it has stopped me from wanting to. The pain you caused so many. The desperation I feel and lord knows your mother.
Dear Shane,
You were my best friend.
Death my love doesn't mean it comes to an end.
Death was a reminder.
I just have to try harder.
Oh The things you're missing here.
When I look at my children I get an overwhelming hurt.
You will never experience this kind of love.
From you leaving me I have grown stronger and have learned to rise above.
No matter if only one of us is living we are still best friends.
I just wish we could have made amends.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
The stinging, the pain. Is it worth it? Would it be worth the pleasure for the enduring pain. Risk life for happiess?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Our lives engage like the intertwined vines on a popple. Puzzled by the expression. Disoriented by the feeling. Lost in bewilderment. What is the felling that I might be feeling? I feel like a mime trapped inside of the invisible box pounding to be let out. Lost in my own mind. I am unable to free myself. Lost within the bewilderment of life.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC