Her Wrists Are Marked With Blame...

Her wrists are marked with blame
The cuts were hid in shame
The shame caused by sadness
The lack of pain was numbness
And it all came from a life
She didn't want to live

The many pill bottles on the counter
Mark her harrowing struggle
To gain control of her life
The stack of tattered instructions
Show how she tried
To find a way to survive

She trusts nobody
She writes what she won't speak
So the notebooks filled with ink
And the sketches done with pencil
Are filled with vulnerability
The most honest part of her

Look in her eyes
And you might see
The girl caged within
Trying to break free -

#ShadowOfControl #RealityHauntsMe

Wake up Maa..

I' m starting to fall asleep,
Thinking tomorrow, 
I’ll be waking
To see your sweet face.
But then I hear this yell
That scares me more than hell.
I run to your room
Seeing you lying there
Fast asleep.
Or so I thought.
Dad, The man you sleep next to each night...
He’s shaking and calling your name mom
But why aren’t you waking up?
Mom wake up,
Please, for me?
Open your eyes mom,
You can’t leave me this way,
Mommy please don’t leave,
It’s not your turn to go.
I’m standing here looking at you mom,
Praying your blood will start to flow.
Mom what’s wrong with you
Why are you turning so blue?
Wait!
Please don’t leave
I need you hear,
So my life
Can be perfectly clear.
Pull through this,
I know you can!!
Come on mom,
It’s me
Mommies little girl.
Mom can you hear me?
Please say you do.
Come on mom,
I no you’ll pull through.
I love you mom,
Please try,
So my life can stay the same.
Please, for me?
It’s not your turn. You can’t leave me this way.
Mom I love you,
I know you love me too.
That’s why you got to make it,
Please make it through.
I’ve said enough
I pray you will wake up tomorrow 
And this is just one bad dream!
I love you mom!!

           "She closed her eyes and slept away        forever, peacefully" 

Before You Judge Me

Put my shoes on, walk the path I've walked, feel every knife in my back, see how I got my scars and then... Judge Me... I'm not just a book you can glance at...

I miss you most in winter time...

Funny how the spring brings back your mem'ry 

And the summer finds you always on my mind ,

In the loneliness of fall I can almost hear you call

 But it seems I miss you most in the winter time

 On the winter's not the world as cold as I feel 

As I reach to touch the place you left behind

 Anytime of the year you can always find the tear 

But it seems I miss you most in the winter time 

Can you send me down your love to warm me from above

 Don't God know I miss you most in the winter time

 Don't God know I miss you most in the winter time

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Typewriter...

Every Picture has it's own story, a pain, a feeling hidden in words.. only if you can relate... and read between the lines.. :)

Just "Tired".

 YOU KNOW THAT FEELING? When you're just wanting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed. Just let EVERYTHING out that you kept in all day. That feeling of Desperation. You're just TIRED. Tired of trying and not getting credit, tired of getting PUT DOWN. Tired of backstabbers, tired of crying, tired of being unconfident. YOU'RE TIRED. TIRED of EVERYTHING. TIRED of NOTHING. You just want SOMEONE to be there and tell you IT'S OKAY. But... NONE is going to be there. You know you have to be strong for YOURSELF, because NO ONE can FIX YOU... But you're Tired. TIRED OF BEING STRONG..  
 FOR ONCE.. You just want it to be EASY.. To be SIMPLE.. To be HELPED.. To be SAVED.. But you know, you won't be. But you're still HOPING. STILL WISHING. And you're staying strong and fighting with TEARS in your eyes. YOU ARE FIGHTING. 

Dream Bigger Darling.

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