Yeah, you could say I’m a *****.
But I’ve been through some ****;
Hard times, bad lies, lost loves…
Been there and done that.
I’ve seen a few things that have made me cold.
But only after caring for people that never game a **** about me.
So, yeah, I’ve put up some walls, and fences, and doors, with locks.
To protect myself and my spirit from pain and destruction.
I do not believe those who make empty promises with blank stares.
Who pledge their love and loyalty with a knife at my back.
No one has stayed to pass the test of time and prove me wrong.
Fancy words and compelling speeches, mean nothing.
Actions… are everything.

To whom it may concern;
I’m truly sorry for all the inconvenience and none sense,
I tried to take care of this foolishness at a more private location, but like  in all ways, I failed.   So , here I am.
I am of sound mind, and know exactly what I am doing.
This is my destiny and gods will for me. I know that now.
Please, do not make a fuss or take any heroic measures.
I give my body to science, and I have no friends or family to notify.      

Thank you,
And again, I’m sorry,
  Jane doe

He was there when I needed,
He went above and beyond.
He was a hero in my eyes and in my mind.
Worlds apart,
I trembled at his touch;
Touch?
If only.
I would listen to him speak;
on the edge of every breath.
Hearing, feeling, but knowing
That it will never be.
Heroes fade away in time...
He is no different.
Already distant and aloof;
He is there for me no more.
The broken trust, so much like shattered glass.
I am left alone again,
To pick up the pieces of what’s left,
Of the hero in my eyes.

There's a bridge that crosses a River of Tears.
The river that flows is fueled by fears.
On a bridge stands a tree that burns.
Engulfed within is a heart that yearns.
Yearns for a love, once known now lost.  
The price is high but no matter the cost;
Once reaped now sewn, we've both been shown.
True love like gold will never rust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

I will not return

Bruised, battered, and beaten down;
I will not return;
To this place of misery and hatred.
I will go on, to I know not where.
Down a dark and frightening path.
Alone; of course and with no guide.
I am uncertain of what’s to come...
But I know,
I will not return.

Ladonna Deborah Atherley

April’s bed and breakfast

She walks the wooden floors with bare feet;
Something she’d never do before.
It’s quiet; so quiet.
Making her coffee, she hears a noise and turns to say,
“ Good morning honey.”.
Habit.
The dog looks up, and then recoils to his warm spot near the stove.
April never realized how lonely, lonely could be.
At her age, she could use more laughs than cries;  and now’s a good time…
She thinks out loud,
“ there just isn’t anything funny about this .”

He was there when I needed,
Above and beyond.
He was a hero in my eyes and in my mind.
Worlds apart,
I trembled at his touch;
Touch?
If only.
I would listen to him speak;
on the edge of every breath.
Hearing, feeling, but knowing
That it will never be.
Heroes fade away in time...
He is no different.
Already distant and aloof;
He is there for me no more.
The broken trust, so much like shattered glass.
I am left alone again,
To pick up the pieces of what’s left,
Of the hero in my eyes.