My wishes for others,
are uncharitable to say the least.
I'm not proud of anything but my honesty.
False hope rolls my way.
Trust; For me, a rarity.
Please don't let me down.
It's getting harder to believe that things will get better.
Mother, O mother,
You'll spit on my bones,
When I die, know I've tried, but my mind and heart froze.
You'll shout from your high horse,
and your empty shell,
That you'd **** me from heaven
If you could, to hell.
I know I haven't posted in a while. Mother's day was tough.
Little people, sing!
You were given thought and wit,
Let your hearts unwind.
You're not a little person to me.
I can feel her slipping away.
I'm not holding on, either.
big ol' dent on my relationship
You've shown me how not to trust.
And now, I have none.
As always, interpret this how you will. For a former loved one, an ex...whoever suits you (or, to be exact, who doesn't).
Living with your own ghost.
She haunts my corridors
Like a malformed memory that will echo
With each breath.
She wants to watch me
Indefinitely to the
Nothing would please her more than to watch me dig myself further into this hole of a life.
When I ask people to repeat themselves, it’s not because I couldn’t hear them.
Rather, because I hear her yelling at me to get out.
Sometimes I wonder if I scare other people as much as she scares me.
Other times, I wonder if she is the one doing that for me.
I’m not insecure.
I know who I am and I hate that person.
And I know who I was,
And I curse my unwelcome passenger for the end product.
I am my own adversary.
I think I want to get better, but I'm really not sure.
We’ll see tomorrow, if she permits.
Wrote this in a really dark place. Revised it in a healthier state of mind. Anyway, anxiety is fun!!