the short stick

how does it feel
with no time to say
no room to speak
place to stand
no ears to hear
silenced voice
only hear screams
lost and longing
fall through
in fevered dreams
how do you heal?
I don’t know
how to think
what I feel
what is real
what is fear
what to do
nothing is clear
what is okay
what is right
what is wrong
it’s getting hard
to stay strong
I don’t know how
to feel okay
how to be okay
how to play okay
just enough
to make it through a day
how do I know?
how do I learn
how do I stop
how do I turn
everything around
how to get up
after being pushed
and dragged down
get out of this trap
repair what is lost
fill in every gap?


shut down

no comfort
in speaking
I shut down
when there’s no care
to be aware
you can’t make someone care about
your hurt
your pain
everything I’ve ever love
goes away
but you don’t feel me
how can you feel
what you don’t take the time to feel
less and less time
and you have become comfortable
the truth ignored
I’m losing every sense where I came from
disconnected
and rejected
the child inside of me
is locked in the bathroom
drowning in the tub
my heart in the sink
I can’t make anyone feel me
I can’t make anyone think
I won’t make anyone do anything
they don’t want to do naturally
but I will remain locked inside the bathroom
alone
and have a good cry
as another part of me dies
remain lock in the bathroom
because it’s the only place I feel safe
I lost someone
who meant a lot to me
when I was a child
the two people who created me
were never there
I have no sense of family
that died a long time ago
the only think I know
is people come
and always go
the people who made me
I can’t trust
I don’t really know
made me
feel rejected
replaced
and erased
that’s all they ever show
no one will keep you safe
it’s okay to lock yourself in the bathroom
let the water run
so no one can hear the cries
it’s okay to pretend not to notice
as another piece of you dies

Not sad…

I think today I just needed more

And everyday

It feels like less and less

I think I’m gonna just expect

This

Amount

Alone

And

Not want

Not ask

Not expect

Not pursue

Anything

More

Than what someone

Gives naturally.

I tried to communicate this

I did communicate This

My lesson

Is for me

To not want

Need

Anything

More

From anyone

And to give less

Fucks

Because

I don’t need anything

Or anyone….

People give more when they want more

Not when someone else actually needs it

We are all just selfish little creatures

Little monsters

Another xanex

To force myself to fall asleep

Cause I’m not tired

But I wish I was

I’d rather sleep

Than to feel this

I’d rather feel nothing

Than to feel this

Goodnight

mother

I wish you could know
how my heart feels
I can’t tell you how to be
you only see what you want to see
and you don’t see me
I can’t tell you how I feel
you never cared to listen
you don’t want to hear
you don’t feel me
I came from you
but you were already a million miles away
I have no connection to you
I have no connection to the man who helped you make me too
you never wanted me
I always wanted and needed you
but I know now
you are no mother to me
so now I’ve got to set you free

goodbye

I miss you most of all. My little Buster. 🙂 💓

Love

All I want to do

Is be close to you

I don’t want to waste any more time

Without you

When I know that you’re the one.

2 pianos and a cat

I sit here and look at a room filled with stuff
memories collecting dust
2 pianos covered with this and that
and on the couch asleep
is my siamese cat
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to say
when fear sets in
and gets in the way
frightened child
inside the 40 year old me
why must I always have to be
number 1
the best
the first
the only
given 100%
have all
or want nothing
I don’t know…

I sit here
and wait for my feelings to go
down a bit
level out
but I know
if I do
then I’ll do without
so I sit
in silence
Let myself feel

Letting go

Is the way to heal



silencio

I hear doubt
and then I. start to feel the same
it’s not your fault
there’s no one to blame
but I’m too old
too cold
too scared
too familiar
with men
and their in and out game
I’m fine without it
if you doubt it
even a bit
I will quit
I’ve had a life long lesson
on how to get over it
and over things
I’ve learned how to not want
what does not want me
I’ve learned how to
change how I feel
from changing how I see
sometimes it’s just a better way to be
than to be rejected
neglected
deflected
vivisected
disconnected

I will let it be
and if you really need and want and love me
more than I love you
we would be together
right now.

Too much

I just don’t want to be here

And feel this anymore

I am alone

always have been

And now…

Alone again

Maybe it’s just that no one understands

And I can’t make you understand

The pain i feel

I don’t want to try

Even this writing

Is stupid and doesn’t fit in

Doesn’t belong

Just like me

Mother’s little helper

Help me sleep

It all away

shoebox of years

photographs of people
some I can’t remember
some I would rather forget
some… I will forever miss
if I could do it all over again
I would
and I wouldn’t change a thing

not because it was perfect (it wasn’t)
not because I didn’t fuck up (I most definitely did)
but because all those things…
led me to you
and it’s you – I have been waiting my whole life for.

😉
_

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I can fuck it all up in a heartbeat

when I feel
like I can’t be
who
I think I should be
I start to see
what I’m not.

more importantly
I feel
it all
I feel
everything
and nothing
and everything all over again
and I don’t know how to deal

with more than you know
with more than I show
what’s real to me
may not be real to you
but I want to be understood
instead of this
miss
communication
misconnection





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