Mother: You're the reason I felt like I'd failed.
Step-father: You're the reason I felt worthless.
Half-sisters: You're the reason I felt alone.
Father: You're the reason I felt unwanted.
Step-siblings: You're the reason I feel wanted.
Half-brother: You're the reason I feel like I have a friend.
Grandmother: You're the reason I feel worthy.
Self: You're the reason I feel I've succeeded.
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I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't even think you'd recognise me anymore. I've changed because I am not human. I'm not happy I'm not sad. I feel content in the melancholy.
My heart's a thing. I can't explain. When it embraces. Joy and pain. My heart is young. It catches fire. But keeps me safe. From harm's desire. My heart is old. But still so strong. Keeps me here.
Hurt and anger two sides of a coin Hard to be rational when your ire is drawn When to want answers and when to forgive. There's not always a place for live and let live.
Poetry to me Is a gift we all possess Poetry to me Is not which ones the best Poetry to me Is about making me feel Poetry to me Is living scenes as...
Anger consumes us all in one way or another, Some are totally engulfed by it, Some treat it as an unwelcome brother; It can spur us on, Give us a encouraging kick, It can also get us into fights...
Get ready for the flood. The out pour of my fears. I guess I'm giving up. Suppressing all these years. Life had gotten tough. Second guessing. Fears appeared. Now my fears are clear.
I have no solid definition for this word. this feeling that can take over your every being and kick you to the ground and pick you back up all at once.
When dreams get lost. And the heart gets stolen. As time passes by, life leaves you broken. When you build your self up. Just to break yourself down. When you hold it in. No matter how you've been.
You wouldn't bore me! I'm just watching Aladdin and writing my seventh chapter of Stan. If you wanna chat, mail me. simon.williams1980@me.com always willing to listen and help if I can, even if that help is just being a sound board for you to vent at, :)
Ah no problem. But I mean it. Anytime you wanna chat, either email or iMessage me. I'm normally free. Even when at work. (Don't tell anyone but I just try to look busy...shhhh)
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