Some fear pain,
Other what's to gain.
Some fear words,
And many just birds.
Some fear many things,
Others the commitment of a ring.
But I fear 'nothing',
And the feeling for longing.
I fear that I will give in,
I fear that I will mark skin.
I fear what I think in day,
I fear what I might soon say.
I fear the chilling dark,
I fear its staining mark.
I fear that to me, I'll never be kind.
I fear the one thing...
That is my mind...

Sadly you never got to say,
Always.
At the age of,
80.
Reading in your favorite chair,
Surrounded by your family.
But with the time you had,
Was more then plenty.
To make place in the heart,
Of young, old,
And future people.
Who's live you touched.

Your doe can now be free,
Always.
Your heart will be loved,
Always.
And you, Alan Richman will be missed,
Always.

Here another day
What more could I say...

Silently wind blows away the pain,
With moon rays showering down something to gain.
The slightest twinkle in the first star,
Sparking a flame that will help go far.
The chill from the dark blue night,
Embedding me with a will to fight.
The mist from the clouds above me,
Amplifying the hope to see.

The rain
Drowned out
The world.

And helped
Her see
What was
Important to
Her...

"abused"?
no! that's not what this is
she may rip my thin skin with the whip of her switch
leave big, bold, purple bruises when she throws heavy blows at my face
punching, and kicking till she hears the very snap! of my rib cage and bones break
She's not abusing me when she stains my heart with toxic words of lies, and negativity about me
how im stupid, worthless, disgusting, ****** up, demented, and i waste of a soul
No......that's not abuse
its just her way of love, and physical nourishment
shes happy when im hurt
and that's all that matter
....happiness for one soul