Lord, I bow down to You today
Whatever things that come my way
Please be with me, please always stay
Help me to be happy and gay
Despite of all the struggles each day
Of all the games of life to play
Make me stand, I don't want to lay
Like I am nothing day by day
Pliant like bamboo, here I stay
I only move like I do sway
But I will never fall and decay
And leave nothing in this world's array
So my dear Lord, these I say
Please guide me in this thorny way
To see beyond things in display
Let me feel You in  every bray
Let me see You whenever I bay
Show me Your light, show me the ray
The beam of hope, please I do pray
Let me escape from this shade of grey
Pull me from being astray
Set my feet to ride on Your dray
Going to where I should stay
A place for me with no more games to play
Instead pure love to offer each day.

Be my guest
I write to remember that
I have emotion.
Its not my intention
to be liked at all.
Yeah I'd like to
be loved if its possible.
By: thebelljar*

This is me.
I could not have said it better.
I stay hidden,
But I'd like to be noticed.
This is my dream.

If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.

If I ever have a daughter
I will tell her she is so beautiful every ****** day
So she can never forget, even if she doesn't believe.

If I ever have a daughter
I will listen to everything she wants to tell me, every freaking little thing even when I don't really care all that much about the topic even when her problems are really small because I know they are massive to her and I know if you don't listen when they tell you the unimportant things like what color boots everyone but her was wearing, she will stop telling the important things like how she has pretty much stopped eating altogether, sleeps with a blade under her matress and keeps a pill bottle in her sock drawer just in case the unexplainable numbness that won't leave her gets to be too much.

If I ever have a daughter
I will actually spend time with her
So that she and I have memories to look back on
Of things we did together
So I am her mother to her
But also someome she can trust
Not just the lady who feeds her

I've attempted to **** someone before



The dark part is




It wasn't an attempted homicide

to be a lady,
really it ain't easy,
she must be pretty,
dress up all fancy.

oh wait that's not all,
her posture must be tall,
but must never fall,
and always head to the mall.

look, it ain't all true,
look, what social construct made you,
trying your best to come through,
for you can just be yourself and eat fondue.

certainly i don't behave that way,
even though i did ballet,
but i too can act in a play,
and i never care what people say.