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Home
"I want to go home," I whisper under my breath. I miss my bed and being held by my mother. I stare at my aged ceiling and know that I am tucked into my childhood bed and that my mother is down the hall. "I want to go home," I think every day. I repeat it like a prayer. I know it will not be answered. If not these four walls, where is my home?
to be alive by Gregory Orr
Cement
School starts soon and the familiar cement has began to fill my bones, coating and defacing the marrow within. The paralysis sets in, slowing me down. Soon I will no longer be able to smile without crumbling.
I don't know how to live anymore.
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
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God
How can He punish us for being exactly as He made us? He wants us to love him but also hates us if we don't. But no he doesn't hate us he loves us as long as we can prove our loyalty and devotion through trials He puts us through. And if we fail we were never worthy in the first place.
Relapse
nothing hurts like thinking you have made progress, then being sent back to right where you started. in one day.
'Rome wasn't built in a day' they say, but everyone forgets it fell in one.
i don't know how much longer I can do this
A Guilty God
'Always an angel never a God' but maybe God wishes to be an angel; Being at fault for everything wrong but never being seen or heard or understood; Carrying the weight of the world and no one to look to; Expected to have all answers and drowning in His own oceans. Maybe God stays up at night with gut wrenching pains of failure of everything He feels he should do but cannot. Maybe He falls asleep to the heartbreaking cries of those He has failed. Maybe He wishes to be an angel and loved for His grace and goodness. Maybe He wishes some believed He had no wrath. Maybe He wishes everyone in a room wouldn't look to Him for help. Maybe He wishes to be the beautiful angel that is never blamed because He is simply a messenger.
Happy Birthday
I hate my birthday. I hate celebrating the day I came into this world, only to live everyday as a disappointment. I have so much anger within, I hurt those I love, and I feel I can never repent enough for who I am. Is my life a sin? Am I unholy? Who am I if I am not my failures? On this day so many years ago, I had yet to live, I had yet to understand, I had yet to disappoint. How am I meant to be happy on the day I consider to be my ruination? The moment I became human was the tarnishing of my soul. I no longer belonged to whatever just God may exist, but rather became a sick and twisted thing of human.
I keep waiting on something I don't truly believe is coming
Feed
I feed because of the hunger lying deep in my stomach; I feed when I'm scared, hoping to calm the monster within; I feed when stressed, hoping to sedate the creature inside; I feed the animal I deny I am until I no longer feed for survival, I feed to keep her at bay; I feed because I am afraid of who she is; I feed because I am afraid that she really is me; I feed as a hobby, filling my time; I lack the self control to starve, maybe one day I'll be able to; I feel the clawing of hunger deep within my throat --I long to starve--and still I feed.
Rot
My love would suffocate, then it would fester and rot, until all that remains is resentment and the cavities in your chest I have created.
To my unborn children
I would buy you the best toys and dress you up in the cutest outfits. I would love you so much it would hurt me. I would teach you the world can be a good place and to be kind.
But I can never have you. I am selfish and I could never be a good mother. How could I ever love you if you are anything like me? How can I bring you into a world filled with hurt, evil, and sadness? I would rip out my own beating heart with my bare hands just for you, but I will not let you suffer my own humanity.
Not giving in to the dream that is you is my most selfless act.
Tonight
I feel at peace tonight. I just got back from a friend's house. We watched a movie, ate good food, and loved each other. Sadness and defeat may come tomorrow, but in this moment--this moment is all that matters.
Human
What makes me human? The blood in my veins? The skin I wear? The organs that decide if I live or die? The brain that makes me seem special? The thoughts I think? The feelings I feel? Who is to say? Maybe I am the only human. Maybe I am inhuman. Maybe I'm just crazy. Maybe this all means nothing.
