I give up

I’m done crying
I’m done hurting
I’m done caring
I’m done helping
I’m done trying

I’m done with people
I’m done with books
I’m done with music
I’m done with it all

There is no point anymore
All my motivation is gone
No one cares anymore
All my love is gone
There is no help anymore
All the good people are gone

I am just done

B.C.

The darkness
It’s so forceful and needy
It picked me
And now I’m stuck

I tried to resist
But the urge is so strong
I tried to pull away
But it pulled me even further
I always fought
But I wasn’t strong enough
To win that fight or the next

For the darkness is to strong
It will pick you
Taunt you
Wreck you
Ruin you
Until you are nothing

At least that’s what happened to me…

B.C.

I am absolutely terrified of being alone
But sometimes I like it
Because when I am alone there is no one left to hurt me

B.C.

Why can’t I see it?
Why can’t I see when so much hurt and pain is coming my way?
Am I just that stupid and ignorant
Or am I just too busy creating my own fantasies
In a world full of hurt and pain

B.C.

Never saw your eyes
Never saw your little hands
Never saw your precious face

Never held your little hands
Never held you in my arms
Never held your head up straight

Never sang to you
Never read you a story
Never whispered to you to ease your crying

My beautiful baby

I see your big brown eyes
I see your sweet chubby little hands
I see your beautifully handsome face

I feel your little hand wrapped around my finger
I feel your small little body resting in my arms
I feel your soft little head

I sing to you every night
I read you a bedtime story
I talk to you all the time

My beautiful baby

You are still here
You will live on
I will never forget you
I love you my sweet little baby
I am your mother
You are my precious miracle

I love you
My beautiful baby

B.C.

This is a tough choice
And sometimes it gets quite difficult to even feel there is a choice
But the choice is quite simple:
Let it sweep you off your feet and blow you away
Or fight it and push against it

Mother Nature likes to take away free will
She will try and try again
To make the wind force you off your feet
She loves to watch as you fall to the ground and lie in a puddle of tears
A nasty little ***** she is

You must fight
You can’t just give in
You must push against the winds
Whether they be calm or the strongest winds of all

You may struggle
And you may fall
But pick yourself up
And knock of the dirt

Don’t let it knock you down too hard
If you do you’ll end up with a scrape that you must mend
But if you fight,
You may be tired
But in the end you will feel victorious

B.C.