Wednesday, April 29, 2015

April 29, 2015

Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly,fly far far away. Dear God, make me a bird!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

April 28, 2015

The desire to take ones own life is by no means selfish, it simply means that enough abuse has been had and the ability to endure is no longer there.

Monday, April 27, 2015

April 27, 2015

She Cries by Marion Weston

She holds her dreams locked deep inside
Shadows and shame , nowhere to hide
The scars to prove just how much,
cuts so deep how could this be love

till one more drop of water, that took it to overflow,
the pain much greater than any joy, then she had ever known
cause no one walked in her shoes ,
 no one would understand,
 how she could give her life away,
 and power to just one man, now

she lives, and she breathes,
 she knows just who she is,
 and she’s light, and she’s love,
 she heals and she forgives,
she moves with Grace, and she sees Gods face, and still…
She Cries.

Now her arms are open wide, surrendered to the changing tide
Tears of joy fall like rain, she’s finally coming home again.
Embracing everlasting love, storms rage, her choice is made,
 She hears a voice that whispers, child don’t be afraid, now

Monday, April 13, 2015

April 13, 2015

I simply do not possess the coping skills necessary to survive in this society.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

April 7, 2015

Why is it that we believe lies upon lies?  Are we or should I say am I that desperate that I consent to the 'game' once again?  I elude all of the red flags that have been strategically placed before me.  Deceptive acts that I overlook intentionally perhaps, whatever the case may be I allow myself to fall and in doing so become a casualty once again. I don't think that I will ever learn from my mistakes because I repeat them over and over again.  I can almost predict the outcome of any given situation by the initial encounter.  I make myself completely sick, emotionally and then physically. I wonder when lessons will be learned?

Monday, April 6, 2015

April 6, 2015

I have this pain and it resonates deep within my soul.  I am merely waiting for my time here to cease so that I might find some sort of peace and happiness where ever it is I may roam.  The desire for companionship has passed me by, I have allowed it to.  I do not possess a need for further ridicule, sarcasm, criticisms of any sort.  I am my own worst/best critic.