I understand what she ment... broken in the heart, broken in the soul, broken in the mind and broken in the body... (and the vagina)...
let face it... I think most women understand that part...
I am broken by others shame and violence on me... but I believe that only the strong...
Now she is taking our son away from my custody. 6 years ago when we moved together, everything seemed perfect. I realize today that I was just an other big fish. I should have known, make the connection, she ran away from her first 2 marriages. Look at me today, wife gone, son...
Who can I even trust? Who sticks by you when you're at your worst anymore? Who is patient enough to try to understand why you behave the way you do? Who cares enough to ask "how are you seriously and what is really wrong with you?"
that I feel like I'm doing the right thing.. when I'm distracted and not thinking.
then there are moments like now, where I have time to think. time to feel, and it's never the same thing that I'm feeling. at times I'm numb, not feeling anything, probably because I don't want...
who is now my ex smoked weed & I asked him not to do that again because he's different when he's high & he would ditch me for his friends all the time so you know we never broke up & things got better, on New Years he got me a promise ring & it was for that he would never smoke...
I am holding into things they told me,their promises,their words that made me trust and believe them.
I know, I've been so ****** up because of things happened to me and that might be the cause to loose their patience on me.
But is that really enough to give up on me?
I dont even know if i feel something, all i do is crying, crying for what i feel and what i think. Then...i stop crying, smile and walk like nothing. Everybody says nice things about me but...if they were only able to see the million pieces I´m made of.
laughs at me and calls me stupid and worthless.. it's hard when you are suicidal.. i feel like life is always pushing me to do it everyday .. giving me those little signs and more reasons to go kill myself
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair
I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice
The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me...
She gave you a chance
You broke the romance
She gave you her love
You broke who she was
I’d rather die today
Than live to see tomorrow
Don’t want to wake up
Can’t continue the sorrow
I’ve had enough
Of the fighting, the lies
I remember just like it was yesterday the first barbie pony I got for Christmas just before I was 3 years old. Sneaking his fruit flavored certs he had put high on his dresser (the orange ones were my favorite). The comforting smell of his house, the odor of his old truck and the...
decreed again That you and I be exiled, go calling out in every street, turn to every town. To search for a clue of a messenger from our Beloved. To ask every stranger the way back to our home. In this town of unfamiliar folk we drudge the day into the night Talk to this...
that were your lips
We were sacrificed on the dry branch of the scaffold
In the yearning for the light of your hands
We were killed in the darkening streets…
As the evening of tyranny dissolved in your memory
We walked on as far as our feet could carry us
A song on our lips, a...
and that God is punishing me. The number and severity of things that have happened just in the past 2 months makes my life sound like one of those comedies with Ben stiller or a road runner cartoon , or like I'm just a over dramatic attention seeker. So much so that when...
lost my grandfather at 6 as well. At 13 I was bullied to the point where I became anorexic, I started self harming, and I attempted suicide twice. At 14, I was sexually and verbally abused by and exboyfriend. I'm damaged. I'm broken. I've come to realize the only one who can fix...
As I slowly realize
That what has been in front of me
Was something I've been searching for all this time
The quick erratic beating
Of a heart that's been caged
Reminds me that I can feel
And love again
The endless conversation,
Each sentence flow with no hesitation;
and very hard-to-cure disease
Hope is a mirror that offers a blurry and idealized reflection of my desires
Hope—like daylilies—invades and depletes my essential resources for sustainable growth
Hope is a toxic fantasy of the future
Hope fills the necessary voids with...
They finally got the test results from the biopsys they took from my dad. What the doctors thought was brain cancer was not. But he still has a serious condition. Out of 9 tumors they were able to remove 1 so far. But he has a rare fungal infection in his brain that causes tumors...
do not think i will ever get over the loss of my wife,
the painit has caused not really her death but what was done to her by her step father to force her
and the games he played to control both her mother and my wife with threats
“I wanna love you so/ I wanna be the one to kiss you at night… Come on take my hand/ I won’t let you go/ I’ll be your friend/ I will love you so… Turn your rain into sun… Say you’ll never let me go.”Say i'll always be your sunshine, your breeze, your whisper...
I feel so broken and hurt i try to accept the reality of everything that has gone on but it's eating me up inside............How can he leave me so unanswered me knowing he is not this way, he's a very open and feelings out there type of person Yet he left me to battle this out...
I am a shell.
I have nothing to offer.
There is nothing worth seeing inside.
Everything that was good has been destroyed.
My life revolves around facades and fakery.
I have no opinions,
It's all been taken away
And I am left to drown in my own sea of torment.
When I looked on your face and saw where you have been, and all of the love and compassion within.
What your faith brought to you, oh bitter sweet! But my living is none and my trials are weak.
You have the heart and the hands that serve God, your kindness and smile are...