I walk in your paths, I live with your memories, without you it's difficult to live a moment..
You are there in every feeling, in every breath and every heartbeat.
How would the world know what is madness, my joy lies here, but still sadness engulfs ..so close yet...
I am missing my other half of my heart. I hurt and cry at night. I can't take it no more. I'm going to commit suicide soon. I'm so lonely and feel no reason to live.
UPDATE (June 27, 2013): I now have this beautiful girlfriend who accepts me for who I am. I no longer feel...
I remember looking down at my wild red hair, set fire by the sun, as my body pressed into the newspaper dispenser. False stability, it wobbled and creaked under the new force of a foreign weight. Like a metaphor for my life.
All day long, I could not wash your memory from my...
world is missing. Love. Care. Thoughtfulness. I crave it. We...we...we are such fragile creatures and we create war, we create tanks and bulletproof vest to terrorize when inside our fragile selves, we are terrified. This world needs love. All my brothers and sister because we...
Everyday I think about these people before I go to bed when I wake up.
Is it so wrong that people who have been a part of your life for years when they up and go for a few months that all you can think about is the time you've spent with them?
There's something I'm missing, I can feel it. Constantly there, or rather not there. Like at birth someone took a chunk out of me and hid it somewhere for me to find later on in life. I don't know... maybe its because of a mistake I've made. A dear friend I've lost. But...
I think of you all the time.
Hold up I am coming.
I know I am on your mind too.
I cannot wait until I reach you!
Where ever you are!
At this moment in time.
I want you to know
I am your one of a kind.
I think of you
As I lay awake.
My heart just ache.
I love all of my friends online, but I just want to reach through the screen and hug you.
Yesterday was Easter Sunday in AUS and I went to see my grandparents because they are Catholic. When my grandpa wrapped me in his arms, I felt safe.
It was too brief, that was the first...
My colleagues little boy. I used to look after him for 3 years in my daycare at work and she encouraged the bond between us by getting her son to say he loved me, buying me presents for birthdays and christmas from them all and sending me picture texts of him.
He adored me and I...