March 15th has a sting to it. The kind like cold winter air hitting your warm face. A sting like a knife slowly pressed into your soul, never to be removed again. March 15th carries the weight of the world's saddest souls, and only casts shadows among the living on this day. March 15th is … Continue reading The Reality of March 15th
Our friend is dying, this is not fair! A life so full of energy, just taken away. A brother, a son, and a father..... this is not fair for the poor little girl. A slow death, snuffing out the light of a man who truly cares about his friends and his family. No, this … Continue reading Unfair
I didn't even get an invitation to my step-brother's wedding. I don't know why I was kept off of the guest list, and this has left me sad and confused. The more I think about it, the sadder I seem to get. My dad married his mom almost 20 years ago, and with that union came … Continue reading Heartbreaking Reality
In light of yesterday's horrific events in Paris, everything seems so trivial now. The grocery shopping, the bills that need paid, the laundry, etc. Nothing seems to match the scale of importance as all of the lives senselessly taken yesterday. I have the same feelings that I had on 9/11. Same fear, same anger, same … Continue reading Terror Among Us
I'm not blind, Even though I don't see. Its quite clear What you're doing to me. Wasted time, Twisted with wasted breath. You had all of me, Took all I had left. Foolish to feel, Insane to believe, That you'd ever try To completely love me. Alone with my thoughts, Riddled with shame. Regret and … Continue reading I’m Not Blind
When you say something extremely hurtful, and then say "just kidding" afterwards, it is still hurtful. You wouldn't have said it in the first place, if you weren't already thinking it. Saying just kidding as an afterthought is just patronizing. Food for thought on a Monday.
I wonder how I would have been, if I'd never asked you to visit. If I'd left well enough alone. If I'd have just forgot your face. I wonder how I would have been, if you'd never stolen from me. If you'd have stayed away. If you'd have heard me say no. I … Continue reading I’m a Survivor
Where do you go when you're gone? Leaving us here all alone. Maybe you think I'm blind, But I know I'm falling behind, I don't ask because I know what I'll find. Where do you go when you're gone? Nevermind.
My mom forgot my son's birthday. You read that right. She plain forgot. She does every year. She can remember my two daughters' birthdays, but can never remember my son's. I hate it, and I hate the sadness that it brings. I watch him get excited for the mail to come, and each day that … Continue reading Some Things Just Sting a Little More….