I am blinded by The Rose Colored Glasses I wear.

I only choose to see what I want to see instead of the reality that is in front of me.

So I'm blinded To the pain and suffering around me because when I take off my Rose Colored Glasses the real world rocks me to my core. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Purple skies and blue falling stars.

This is the world we dream of.

our fantasy.

Our Haven.

Where dragons live and fairies fly.

Where nothing is impossible and everyone gets a happily-ever-after. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Love is like life it is hard.

It is challenging. It always keeps you on your toes.

Just when you think you have love figured out it always throws you a curve ball and gives a new challenge for you to conquer to prove that your love is truly Unbreakable. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

What is the point of breathing With Every Breath You Take you fill your body with life but fills your Soul with poison with the hatred that has filled the air like pollution it is harmful to your Soul.

it is harmful to your mind and sometimes can be harmful to your body.

What is the point of speaking when most words that come out of your mouth are filled with hate like Venom we spit because we are like vipers always targeting our next prey and because we have nothing better to say.

We are wolves in sheep's clothing mean and cruel our words are like daggers to the heart making life in this world almost unbearable sometimes I wonder what is the point why do we go on?

Why do we push forward?

Maybe it's the light that shines in on us every once in a while that keeps us afloat Could That Be Love?

I don't know all I know is that I'm still here still moving forward trying to find a reason for living in this place we call life. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Every day, I wake up fighting the demons with inside my mind.

You know we are Our Own Worst Enemy.

Hearing their negative words seep into our soul.

Trying to fight it every day. Trying to stay strong trying not to give in.

but it's like a dungeon of our own making trapped inside never be able to get out. And other people's hurtful words are like bullets in a gun just waiting for the demon to pull the trigger.

No matter how many times the people who hurt you says they're sorry you still hear their hurtful words in your mind especially when the demons are awake and are looking to drive you insane.

It's like you are in a never-ending War do you fight or do you give in?

And Your surrender only goes to two paths your death or to your insanity. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Depression is like a sinkhole so easy to fall into but so hard to get out of. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Dreams are a fantasy world that your mind makes for you to help deal with your reality.

A Haven because if you did not dream you would go insane from all the problems that you do not deal with through your whole entire life.

You'd be stuck in place never moving forward only existing in the past. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale