Release me from this pain and torture.
Release me from the torment of waiting and hoping.
Release me from the sleepless nights and days.
Release me from the past and the present.
I can't breathe, I can't feel. All I can do is wish, wonder and hate.
I can't see the sun, or the moon I can only feel the icy fire of my failure.
Love was supposed to be all encompassing, it was surrendering yourself, taking pieces of yourself and trading with that one you love. It was give and take, compromise and promise.
I can't understand, I can't feel, I don't know what is real.
Release me from this love,
Release me from this pain.
Release me from this want and need.
Release me from myself....
I needed a space where I could post rants/raves and short stories or poems. Some place I could keep them organized and access them when I needed to or wanted to work with them. As an aspiring Writer and Photographer sometimes I need to put my idea's down on paper or rather as Data.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
old friernds
I hate running into people from forever ago. I hate them asking how
I've been, what I've been up to how's married life. Only to tell them
and see the pity flash across their face. I hate hearing people say I'm
"better off" or wow you've changed. I hate feeling the judgement they
pass. It only reopens the wound of failure. You don't know me any
more. I move through life meeting so few friends but many what I call
acquaintances of opportunity. I was conveniently your friend for
classes, jobs but if you ain't in my life right now there is a reason I
"lost touch" and no this isn't directed at anyone on my friends list
here. I'm just annoyed. I don't like telling "how I've been" no one
wants to hear hey my marriage failed, I filled bankruptcy, I was crazy
and treated by a team of psych specialists. My family was on suicide
watch for over a year and now I'm technically mentally/emotionally
disabled but I'm on great meds! So if you don't really want to hear
don't ask. Don't make me feel like I have to make something up to spare
your feelings. Don't make me relive all those thoughts and feelings
under your pitiful stare. You don't know me. You don't really want to
know me. Your just doing the socially acceptable thing of "catching
up".
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