Lately I feel like the whole world is against me.
Family not understanding my pain.
Getting into fights with friends.

I just want to be "normal" again,
but I haven't been "normal" for a while.

I feel like no one understands me,
even though I know some people do.
I feel like no one loves me,
even though they tell me constantly that they do.

A simple "sorry" or "I love you" doesn't fix everything.
Words hurt more than battle wounds.
No words spoken at all sometimes hurt even more.

Dear depression
I'm writing to let you know
That I don't have anything else to give
You took away all my hope

What more do you want of me
The few breaths that I take?
They're not even for me I swear
I just don't want them to break
The ones who still care about me
Somehow you weren't able to push them away
I guess they're stronger than I'll ever be
But I don't want you to make them ache

Hurt me bruise me take my soul
But let my body here
For them , not me , I'm miserable at my best
But I can't let them live in fear

Dear depression
Please subside
We can live together
Just don't make me die

Marriage is beautiful
No matter what the age.
The younger the better,
It doesn't disrupt
with your dreams
If you find someone
you can have a future with,
Then propose!
There is nothing wrong
with marrying at  20s.
I've heard people say
"I'm too young,
I want to follow my dreams"
They leave the ones they love for ambition.
So you can't be ambitious at your 60s?
Im not saying you need to rush
It might just create a fuss.
All I'm saying is,
you can be a spouse,
At the same time
you can be who you want to be.
Some say they feel trap like a mouse.
they lose their freedom after being married.
Freedom sounds lonely,
Unless you're married
to a phoney!
Well don't you want to be
with the one and only?

I like to watch the leaves fall from the trees. It shows that no ones who they really seem to be. Their colors change and they fall apart eventually. I never understood why that needed to be. I'm really self conscious..
I'm self-conscious of; my eyes
My nose
My legs
My toes
My stomach
And my elbows.
Pretty much all of me.
"Look at her arms" they whisper quietly. "My eyes are up here" I say politely. I hope you don't judge or sympathize for me. I've had a hard time with this thing called life. That's why my scars are deep. But you see, I've found something to guide me. And when I'm old and married, he'll be standing their beside me. And when he asks about my scars. I'll tell him rightfully. That "I am a warrior, who was wounded ever so slightly". And when I find the right man. Maybe he'll understand. And will love loving me for who I am. That's what's keeping me from breaking skin...