Inside

How long will it take you to be a man?
Being a man is taking care of your woman.
Not just finacially, but emotionally.
You hurt her over and over.
You opologize hardly ever, and it is only when the guilt finally gets to you from what you have done.
You drive her emotions over the ledge.
To the point she may say something back, only for you to respond coldly, making her hurt even more.
You are a monster.
How did you ever find someone to love you?
How is it your woman wants to even be with you forever.
She knows she will never be happy. … until u change
She knows you will never change for her.… until u want to
She knows that you will always cut her heart apart regularly.
Your words is what cuts.
Your apathy is what sucks.
Your careless compassion is what lacks.
Soon she will be gone and you will want her back.

She wont leave you tho.
Her soul will forever be there.
Her body will just fade away with the hurt you put in her. Time and time again.

She wants to feel wanted.
Loved
Cherished
She doesnt want to cry anymore from her heart breaking.
Why does her heart have to keep breaking?
She thought that you would make the pain go away
But
You just brought a new pain in her life.
Her love for you is what will kill her inside.

She will never leave you.
She will always support you.
She will always make you her king.
You are her most favorite thing.
She loves you more than herself,
But it doesnt matter.
She doesnt mean the same to you.
She doesn’t know.
She may hear you say it.
But words lie
Actions speak louder than words.
Maybe one day you can show her.
She needs to feel it daily.
Not once a year in February.
She needs to know daily.

She cant take it anymore.
The hurt she gets from how you speak and dont speak.
Short responses bite.

Proving your love to someone is making it a number 1 priority.
She is your #1 priority.
Money is more important.
It always was.
God may be first…
But is he really?
You told Him point blank you wont do His will u less you strike it big and you’re comfortable.

I bet God is so happy to call you His child.
His child will do His will as long as his child gets ehat he wants in return..
What sacrifice
What testimony.

Are you really sorry?
I bet you sleep great tonight.
I bet you wake up tomorrow and think all is well…
You are wrong.

She is done. She has had enough.
The other night was the last straw.
The other night was a final warning.
And now. She is done.

If you love her you will work for her.
Because, inside, she feels she isnt worth a penny.
Work for her. Show her your love.
Explain how deeply sorry.
Show her.
Stop saying you cheap apologies when she hangs up.
She is tired of always caving.
She is sick of always saying it is ok…
IT IS NOT OK. SHE IS NOT OK. SHE IS CRYING THIS VERY MOMENT.
you make her feel she is insane.
Saying how sensitve she is.
Making her feel inadequate and like a baby who cant handle life.
She feels drained.
Life is taking her by force lately.
She had a knife in her hand two days ago as she went to cut a watermelon.
You didnt know but she had bads thoughts
Bad thoughts that you didnt know about.
You dont know her struggle.
But you make her struggle harder.
The devil is on her shoulder daily.
She feels insane.
She feels like she was born to be confused and die.
She is miserable
SHE IS TRYING.
“She is unstable”
“She is bipolar”
“She is sensitive”
“She is the blacksheep”
“She is weird”
“She was homschooled”
“She has big feet”
“She is too skinny”
“She has acne”
“I would f- her up”
“She is a bitch”
“She slept with …”
“She has too much hair”
“She is insecure”
“She is bossy”
“She is comtrolling”
“She is a bad influence”
She has had enough.

And one day. Her day willcome to end misery.
Maybe the one she loves will actually save her.
Until then he dumps his blunt cold heart
Until then he doesn’t know how to be kindhearted.
He has a sensitive mind, but is so afraid of something… someone… that he wont let it shine. She needs a sensitive heart. A hard heart is hurting her.

Every single day.
She never shares her regrets because she loves him so much.
But he is what is really hurting her.
Every day.

She needs him to open up more.
She needs him to tell her how she is beautiful every day. Every day she needs him to gloat about hom amazing she males him feel.
She needs to be built up.
She cannot build her own confidence.
Shw tears herself down all the time.
Anytime she messes up, she eats herself up about it.
She aches inside to disappoint anyone.

Especially him.
His disappointment might as well drown her.
She wants him to be proud of her.
She needs him to say he is.
She needs him in many ways.
But he seems to leave her crying all the time.
He doesn’t even realize it.
How does it feel to hurt someone who loves you more than u can imagine?

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Ready, Set, GO!!

Should i just stop trying?

just live?

should i just stop caring?

just go with the flow?

im not what i used to be,

and sadly i dont know what that was.

i just know nothing feels the same anymore.

im ready to just do whatever i want,

free spirit.

i dont want boundaries.

i want to do whatever i please.

if that means leaving all ive ever known,

then ready, set, GO!

im gone.

Hurt enough

I guess I can never hurt enough

Never hurt enough for you to care enough

Never enough for you to realize to pain you bring upon me.

To me.

In me.

I could die any moment and that is when you care.

But while I am breathing you are unaware,

That I cry on the daily.

I just never let you see,

Why should I?

I don’t need sympathy.

I do t want your pity.

I don’t need anything, just empathy,

Maybe show you care a little more?

I am never good enough. I always have room for improvement, like us all of course, but for me? It’s worse.

I’m sorry I made you mad, I’m sorry I am not enough,

Im sorry that I am sensitive,

I’m sorry I cry,

I’m sorry that I ask too much of you, I’m sorry that I don’t meet your standards of what you deem ok, I’m sorry, ok?? I’m sorry.

I just wanted to take something on my shoulders, handle an adult situation and it blew up in my face.

And you were angry with me.

What you said to me hurt me, and what huts me even more, you don’t care.

You know what you said.

You know how it would be taken,

You know that I would be upset,

And you are not mistaken.

I broke down today at work.

Life is taking me out quick.

To be honest I wouldn’t mind if it ended, I would be in a better place. 

In peace.

And I wouldn’t have to worry if I meet your needs.

More than not.

More than not I am alone.

More than not I am hurting.

More than not you aren’t here by me…

More than not I am sad.

More than not I feel lonely.

More than not I am depressed.

More than not you can’t help me.

More than not you go with your friends.

More than not I am last.

More than not I miss you.

More than not I feel far from your thoughts.
Do you even think of me?

Miss me? Truly?

Or is that something you say to maybe make me feel better…

Don’t you realize you mean everything to me?

Don’t you realize I think of the worst with you?

Because of you?

Because of me?

I am a worry freak.

And leaving me to myself and my horrifying thoughts is what will kill me.

How could you!?

Leave me to this horror I bring upon myself…

More than not.

More than not.

More than not.

What’s inside of me…

I am going to do something I never done before… share my deepest, darkest, innermost thoughts. When you get done reading it you may think I am a whack job. Maybe an emo. Maybe a spycho. Or maybe a normal human being who hurts like everyone, loves like everyone, and breathes like everyone… but just remember we all have skeletons in the closet. 

Okay.

So to tell you how I feel I will have to dig deep. Deeper than I ever have before. Deeper than the wound of your lover cheating on you. Deeper than the trench in the ocean. Deeper than any pain or hurt you could imagine. I must go deep.

Empty.

Have you ever felt so empty you could not begin to describe how empty you felt? So empty that not even God seems to fill you. So empty that food would never satisfy. Crazy isn’t it? How bout this.

Hurt.

You ever felt so much hurt that it felt numb. Bled so many tears you couldn’t cry anymore? Breaking down is a normal thing for you, and you literally schedule a time to cry because you know it’s time to. Not that you necessarily have a legit reason as of late, but you know deep down, “okay, time to shed the last bit of salt water in my body.” Ever felt that?

Stress.

Ever stressed so much that your stresses turn into nightmares. That vivid scene portrayed in your mind becomes reality. For a moment. But a moment too long. Nightmares depicted so vividly you feel the pain when you wake up. I had a dream I was running, Barefoot on rocks. My feet bled and I sobbed as I tried to escape my rapist. I woke up, fists clenched and my feet aching as I got up to get ready for work. It’s becoming a normal thing for me. Yes, I will never get used to it, but it is a normal thing. It is a normal thing for me to stress so much it affects my breathing. I hyperventilate. I stare into space. Thoughtless. Motivation withered away. Apathy settled in and there I am alone.

Alone.

Have you ever felt so alone, that you don’t even acknowledge others existing around you? I walked the street and didn’t see people. Or cars. Not houses… I saw nature. Cows and birds chirping. Horses and an occasional squirrel… but no one else but me around. God was there, but I couldn’t feel Him. I felt alone. So lonely you cry yourself to a panic. Ever felt that? Knowing you have absolutely no one to talk to. No one cares to understand you, only to give you there opinion on why you feel alone, and what you should do to fix it. They don’t bother to help you, or comfort you. They don’t bother to understand… just tell you what they think. Well, here’s what I think. I think suicide.

Suicide.

You ever thought about after life? How amazing heaven must be. And how, if it’s so perfect, why are we still here. What’s the point to live if living isn’t even living. I feel like I am surviving. I can’t even make it on my own, how is life worth living if I can’t live. But as soon as you prepare to take your life you think of those who love you… your husband. Your wife. Your brother. Sister. Mother. Father. Friend. Co-worker. How many people would I affect? Am I even that important to this world? How would I be missed. Would it? How long? How long till they’d move on…

Trapped.

Ever felt trapped? Take a wrong turn but there’s no uturns. No way to turn back around and make the right turn. No way to get those around you to understand that your GPS lost signal. Time to recalculate. Time to reboot my friendship… is it even worth it?

I am depressed. I have anxiety. And the doctors have told me to take the meds, but I don’t want to! I am not a loony person. I am in no need of something to alter my personality… I rather feel nothing. And that’s what I am is nothing. I can’t say everything I feel, words can’t describe sometimes. If you feel nothing, how can it be compared to anything? If you feel a deep hurt, how will anyone know unless they are you? How will anyone know things people have said about you? And how being called easy by your own father hurt you so much. That being called a whore by numerous people changed you. That being called ditsy made you feel like you couldn’t accomplish much. That words cut like knives. Or maybe even machetes. Words completely cut off my life. I feel kinda dead inside. Ever been called a bitch? Or a f****** b****? yeah. It doesn’t feel good. Especially when you been sheltered your whole life. You know nothing. Nothing about paying bills, social life, work, or, you know… life. It’s all so knew I am I am screwed. I am done with life. And to be honest if I didn’t live another day it may be better for everyone.

Time For Me To Fly…

This is where I begin. 

This is where we end

Cease fire

Hold back

Clip

Pull the trigger.

Blow.

Blown.

Blown opportunity.

I told you to back off!

I said to respect my decision!

I said respect my heart’s desires. 

Understand where my happiness lies,

And what do you do???

Ignore.

Boom.

Blow up.

Immancipate

Yes. You assassinated

Any relationship we had gained back

Just leave me alone

Don’t talk to me.

I can’t even look at you, I can’t even talk to you

I can’t even think about you!!

I will blow a fuse.

Say exactly what I don’t mean,

Lose my testimony.

Lose my dignity and maturity.

I was the bigger person.

Not you.

Age is nothing but a number. Don’t be so ignorant.

Dummy.

Think I don’t know what you think?

I heard enough. And I still cut it short.

I heard it all, and you never finished your thoughts.

You think little before you speak, same as I.

But the difference is I left just in time.

I won’t be coming back for a while.

This time you couldn’t make me leave,

I left by choice, because​your words stabbed me

I had to go to my hospital.

My love.

Who actually loved me enough to mend hurt and pain.

I don’t need you.

This is where I begin.

This is where we end!

My Independence shall glow up

My Independence shall glow up!

My dependency falls by the wayside,

And we part ways.

Stay on your side.

Don’t come in my Lane.

Stay away from me, keep your mouth to yourself.

Focus on your own problems

Worry about your own life.

Leave me be.

It’s time for me to fly…

Naked

My husband y’all 🙂 enjoy

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Strip me off of all of my clothes
And you will say that I am Naked
Am I?
Clothes are off
All skin is showing
But am I really naked?

I say I’m fully clothed
How bout you?
The Heart you can’t see
Feelings that are in the depths of me. You can’t see
Yet I am naked?
To the blind eye?
Guess it’s blind for a reason.

The pain
The suffering
All that is within me
All which is clothed from within
Clothed from within
But you say I’m naked?
Am I?

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I Pray

I pray for the ones who are missing a piece

A piece in their heart that nothing can replace

The hurt that comes from verbal abuse

And the hurt that comes from the peer pressure
At that age they should’ve never heard those things

At that age they should’ve never seen those times

At that age they should’ve been protected and loved

Held close and told everything was alright

And nothing would last forever

That they were beautiful, not ugly

That they were perfect and not fat
Why is it that kids these days grow up into these calloused adults that continue to spread hate?

I am glad that some are strong enough to forget the past

I am thankful that I never had that past

I am grateful for the God who comforts the souls who continue to hurt each day, for the rest of their lives
Some people truly believe everything they hear except the truth!

Ignore the true.

Believe the lies

Negative, believe it.

Positive, mock it.

This world is a messy place. 

I pray it ends soon.

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