You have hurt me so many times, over and over again, and I let you do it. I let you take advantage of my love for you and my kindness towards you. I’m done. I can’t take it anymore. You do not deserve my love or my kindness. I’m tired. This cycle that we seem to do every time has worn me out. I can’t take being taken for granted again, not anymore. It breaks my heart to realize that I never meant anything to you, and that I never will. There’s no use waiting for that to change. No need to waste time for something that will never be. My heart is in a million pieces right now, and nothing will bring things back to the way they used to be, nothing can remove all this pain I feel inside. Nothing can take away the disappointment I feel. You do not deserve me, not my tears and not my love, not even my kindness. No one will ever get the chance to take advantage of me the way you did, no one. No human being will ever be worth the sacrifice, never. I am a beautiful person with a purpose, and I will achieve my purpose, my goal without you in my life. I’m forging forward towards my goals and one day soon I’m going to make it. I will achieve greatness thanks to God, my family’s love and support, my efforts and perseverance. I can do it and I will do it. AMEN!
Round and round racing against eachother, fighting for the attention, the music gets louder as they go round the caresole, I am overwhelmed by fatigue but I cannot get off, the thoughts won't stop racing infecting my mind changing who I am, I have to choose but the choice is no longer mine, I can't stop what I have started, I won't stop it
On nights like these, I can almost feel those moments replayed. In my car, I speed down winding back roads, music blaring, trying to block out what used to be. Sadly though, the music isn't loud enough to drown out those dirty parts that make up the mess that is called me. That grief-stricken teen, the one who would have done anything to survive. Those are the things I can never quite forget. As the music gets louder and the roads get curvier, I sink back into who I used to be. But just for a moment. Suddenly, thoughts of those moments where I gave everything away seem to come flooding back in, leaving no room for breathe. That moment where I was trapped underneath him, terrified that screaming would make things worse. Then the moment where I trusted him to take those very large parts of me. Another moment where I thought I couldn't live and almost gave up. All of the moments where people told me I was crazy. The moments I lied and covered up the cuts. The moment where I got called into the office..because people were "concerned." The moment where I wished it would all just end. Then the moment where I took him back, then ran to the next "him." The countless moments I gave myself away, searching for the pieces that the first "him" stole. Every moment that almost broke me, and yet I am still here. Those moments together are who I am today. Though I am proud today, I am ashamed of who I used to be.
her wish upon a shooting star, her secret thought as she blew out the candles, her prayers in the bleak nights were all for him, he saw that same shooting star and shut his eyes tight, he wished harder than ever before for you see unlike her, he had already fallen in love alongside someone, he had already felt the touch one desires, he had already done what she wishes for and that is why on that shooting star he wished for it to end
its not just the people who can make you laugh or smile, its the, people who can let you cry. If a person can break down your walls enough for your emotions to come out, your true emotions then you know that person makes you feel comfortable, loved and valued, if you cant cry on there shoulder, and you cant let your emotions out honestly then they aren't family