You might feel immortal,
Like you're on top of the world.
No one can touch you, right?
You're special,
You have everything.
Everyone wants you,
And you want for nothing.
Well, I'll tell you a secret;
Everyone dies.

Your mystifying
silence screams
louder than anything
and everything else.

Dressed in black,
I came to witness,
Every tear that fell,
All the bouquets they sent,
Photographs of old memories,
The twilight in the room,
Carefully chosen conversations,
The heading on the tombstone,
I am sorry for your loss,
I'm sorry it was me.

I don't mean to brag but
My friends are the absolute best
They'll beat the crap out of the person to hurt you
They'll protect you from the storm that is life
They'll make you smile when you just wanna cry
They'll give you that one thing you always wanted just for the hell of it
They'll get your fav author to send you a letter and a bunch of autographed stuff
They'll listen to you go on and on about your endless crushes
They'll set you up with someone
They'll allow you to go to your house whenever
They'll take your apple and do some weird stuff with it
They'll listen when you just need to vent
They'll love you unconditionally when you hate yourself
They'll hold you closer when you push them away

My friends are the family I never got

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones will
surely break bones
leaving scares we cannot hide,
but words can sting like bumble bees
when two wrongs simply collide.
Fractures can be fixed
while broken hearts reflect,
walls are built around the soul
if only to protect.
Sorry's such a simple word
though seldom ever said,
pride most often wins
harboring anger instead.
Sticks and stones we need not fear
it's the bruises we cannot see,
that hurt us must of all,
I honestly believe.

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © 03/13/2014
All Rights Reserved

never promise me
that you will be here
always
because the world itself
is finite

You,
who used to touch me where I didn't want you to, reaching inside me, where I'd *never let anyone before, I was only eleven, I shouldn't of been treated like a *****...
   I hate you

You,
who took advantage of me, when I was just thirteen, taking what innocence and trust that I had left, breaking my spirit down to an empty shell...
   I hope you rot in H£LL

You,
who just watched what they did to me, judging me, saying it's my fault for dressing slutty. I was only fourteen...
I hope I'm never like you

You,
who made me believe I was not a used rag doll, gave me trust and hope, only to reach my sixteen year old core, then ripping it all to shreds like never before...
I'll never forgive you

You,
who said you loved me, made me think it was the real thing, helped me forget the past, at only eighteen, you gave me my wings and hope that it would last, then when you realized I just wasn't enough, you went and found some different lust, at twenty-five, you decided you wanted a new life,  but our kids mean the world to me, so I can't regret you, but I can erase your memory...
I hope she cheats on you

You,
who finally made me think I'd found the real thing, then broke me down, then picked me up just to throw me down again, over and over, then used the fragile remaining shards of my heart to cut out my soul and leave me falling apart...
I wish you nothing but pain and despair

You,
who I laugh and joke with now, who I wish to know more, who makes me scared I'll end up with a broken heart like before, who seems to truly care...
Please, don't forget how fragile I am
        
You,
who I may or may not have met yet, don't hurt me, don't make me regret. I won't be able to handle losing another, I wanna be happy with you, I wanna know forever...
**I hope you'll love me too