I’m Sorry

Dear Me

Dear Me,

How did you do it?

How did you become free?

I really hope you aren’t a spirit.

How did we get out of this pickle?

Where we’re the ones stuck in the middle.\Did we fight the fight?

Or just hold our fist in our mouth and bite?

What does it feel like to be free?

To be out of this “humble abode.”

Who did it appease?

Us or that monster we’ve named as our dark mode?

As I’m writing this letter,

I hope you will show me the way to go.

That someday all of this will get better

and that one day I can stop this freak show.

Dear me,

Please help me become free.

You

I like you... But I also don’t like you. You help me up when I am down. Yet you also make me frown.

You always seem to make me smile, I wish I could see you for more than “just a little while.” When you aren’t around, you are always in my head. It makes me feel like this is the beginning of the end.

You make me want to do better for myself. But you also make me want to build a stronger shell. I hate how you easily influence the way I think or do... I guess that’s one of the things I like about you.

Lightning

She goes hand in hand with thunder. Together, they are always looked at as an evil storm. Just because it causes us to wonder how such a bad thing can cause something so good to be born. She dances throughout the sky, showing off her beautiful dancing while her partner is playing music by her side... Yet we never seem to notice that it's happening. You'll never know when she'll strike. Her hands reaching out to the various acres of land. As she takes each step with pride. Forcing photographers to get a camera from the best brand. She makes everything worthwhile. Given the fact that she's been here since the beginning of time. Making herself never go out of style. And only letting thunder call her "mine".

“You were the only one I could count on.”

“No. I wasn’t.” I hate how he couldn’t just understand that. I hate how he makes it seem that he needs me. Like if I’m not there he’ll die.... And to think I used to like him. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate him... I just don’t want to have anything to do with him right now.

“What do you mean?” I read as he responds to my text.

“I am not the only one. You have a family. A mom, a dad, and you have siblings. You have other friends beside me. So just leave me alone.” As I send it, I contemplate whether or not it was the right way to go. I did mean what I said.... but I also didn’t. I did mean it when I said I wasn’t the only one. What I didn’t mean was when I told him I wanted to be left alone. I just wanted us to go back to the way things used to be. Before all of this mess came to be.

“Goodbye.”

Before I can get a reply I block him. As the phone becomes blurry I realize that I’m crying.... I wish this never happened.

Special thanks to @writing-is-ruining-my-life for the awesome prompt!

Dialogue Prompt

“You were the only one I could count on.”

“No. I wasn’t.”

I'm just not happy anymore. I'm tired of putting up a fight to be happy. I'm tired of being a pain to my family. I'm tired of hurting people. I'm tired of trusting people. All in all. I hate everyone and I hate being alive... I just want to leave... I want to go home.

Thoughts of a broken soul

Why? (A Poem)

Why?

Why do people just come and go?

And act like life is just some big show?

They act like they are the only ones that matter.

Until they are the ones being beaten and battered.

Why do people say things they don't mean?

And then act like that's not how it seems?

They think that by saying sorry they are forgiven.

That "it's just a given".

Why do we hurt each other?

When we're told to love one another?

They say that looks don't matter.

Yet they are the ones that judge and chatter.

Why do we have these emotions that can drive us up a wall?

Sometimes.... I wish I just never had them at all.

Sorry but... My mom is my everything

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

Our past loves never leave us. They become ghosts in our hearts, haunting us until someone comes along brave enough to scare them away.

(via ifthenightcouldtalk)

Him. I remember the first time I had met him. I’m not counting the times I saw him around; I’m talking about the first time I actually talked to him. At that time, I hated him. He would always make me mad. Calling me a bitch and pointing out everything I did. From something I had said or simply walking.

Overtime as me and him got to talk more without anyone else around.... I found out we had tons of things in common. (Which was surprising since we were total opposites. Me being the one that got A’s and B’s and him always getting into fights.) He had made me feel like I didn’t need to try so hard. That if those around me really did care about me then they would accept me and all of my faults.

Thinking back, I remember the time when he had saved me and the time he bought me a drink. We would always walk together after school but one day I had to walk by myself since he had detention. He was really upset that he couldn’t walk with me but I kept telling it was fine. While I was walking by myself there were these two guys that were walking not far behind me. I didn’t really pay attention to them until they had started throwing rocks. At first, they weren’t directed towards me but then some of them started to get larger and near my head. 

I turned around and I saw him. He came running as fast as he could. By the time he came up to me the guys were already gone but he was still worried about me. He had asked me if I was okay and then got mad, saying that he should’ve just came with me. By then I had realized that he got out of detention early. I asked him how he did it and he replied by simply saying he couldn’t go that day, giving me a mischievous smirk as he finished his reply. 

Now, when I said he bought me a drink. I don’t mean alcohol. He bought me tea from a gas station we would walk by every day after school... and every time we would pass the gas station he would always try to buy me something. It would usually end with me buying my own drink or having a water for our walk but... that time was different. I really really wanted something to drink and by the time I was grabbing out my money he paid for my tea right in front of me. I tried paying him back but he just gave it back to me....

I had seen his smile nearly every day for as long as I could remember every time I saw him, but I never realized how different it made me feel. He was a good friend, but I had always looked for something new and something exciting. I wanted something... something more than what this small town could offer. But I was starting to think that just maybe he was one of the things I’d be willing to keep from all the humdrum monotony.

But.... I realized this too late when I found out that I could never see him again...

Special thanks to @promptsforthestrugglingauthor for this cool prompt!

Writing Prompt #256

I had seen his smile nearly every day for as long as I could remember, but I never realized how different it made me feel. He was a good friend, but I had always looked for something new and something exciting. I wanted something something more than what this small town could offer. But I was starting to think that just maybe he was one of the things I’d be willing to keep from all the humdrum monotony.