sometimes i have no idea how i’m going to make it to the end of this life being the person that i am. but every time i try and change to be more like the world, like others, thinking maybe it’ll hurt less,
i feel less, i care less, i love less, i lie.
the less i like myself. so i will be fatigued, but i, as me, will arrive, at peace.
every dog has it’s day. i hope even for a second, i see mine coming. i hope i’m proud when it does.
there are too many unkind voices in my head.
only one of them my own.
i know the others.
meaning
who they are.
i’m free inside
there’s peace above the chatter.
externally it’s war
humanity is lost.
i won’t go with it
my definition of love exceeds what i feel in most of my relationships
most but not all
it’s a lonely cold existence
but i feel warmth when you’re near
i know it’s love.
i wasn’t meant to stay
the way i feel grief and joy
the way they feel
just the same
reminds me so
but i will see my last day
if even for a moment
ouch and thank you
here but ouch
ouch
but
ow
man, i’m brave
standing up for myself is healing my inner child and
preparing me for motherhood
this is what she needs
this is how she’ll be treated
that means
me
too
ferociously
imitation lion real life crab
i’m
afraid
if
one
more
person
mis
handles
me
i
will
remove
every
single
other
person
in
my
life
in
pure
retaliation
my
p
a
t
i
e
n
c
e
i
s
r u n n i n g
t
h
i
n
this
is
my
last
and
final
straw
there’s a list of people i will not reach out to again. i have tried and i have tried and i have tried. i am not the one who’s out of reach.
you know where to find me, but the access has changed. i’m not sorry anymore. i’m not a revolving door.
really,
i should probably go, i was never from here.
