I'm so so scared
It feels like time
Everything feels right
I hear you tell me
I hear everyone else
I know it's time but I'm still scared
Give me a sign
Let me know it's right
Let me know it's time
To come and meet my maker
my diary of everyday life, and thoughts in my head, Im a survivor in the making...... or so they say!!!! Is there light at the end of the tunnel
I'm fine
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Friday, 14 April 2017
No words left, no words needed, I am done.
I fight so hard to live
Fight daily to survive
Fight in secret to breathe
Fight in secret to be alive
Smile my way through each day
So my loved ones don't need to pay
Exist an existence of pretence
Time has come to end???
I hear him tell me it's a sign...
Prove he is wrong for once
This isn't the only way it's to be done
Thursday, 30 March 2017
Suicide is it really a choice ?
It's not a choice
For many it's an only option
It's not lonely when your dead
It's not scary when your dead
It doesn't matter who believes you when your dead
No one can get in your head when your dead
You are in control of dying
You are in control of living
So why does existing feel so out of control
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Just keep breathing
Breath...
Just breath....
It's all you can do is breath,
Don't let them win now,
Why can't you quiet the loud
The struggle is real
What's the deal
I hate the way you are making me feel
I don't want to be your secret no more
I can't be 5, 6,7 or 8 and i can't be your whore, I can't I hate
I'm sorry to say this
I know you will be pissed
But I cant live
If this is how it is
I've listened for years to you
Inside my head
But now it's so different I just wish I was dead
I hate the way that I have no control
I'm empty I've lost my very soul
Friday, 24 February 2017
First in a long time
It's been so long since I posted
So long since I've blogged
Forgot how to write it down
Forgot it was good to keep it logged
Life is so different now
I've moved country for start which was good
My babies are not babies anymore
But it some sense life is just as poor
Had the most awful year
With arseholes breaking me down
Putting me back to where I was
They will only be happy when I'm in the ground
They have took me out my comfort zone
They have brought it all up again
They have made me fear of everyone knowing
And have me living there in the past again.
I listen to their words, I read the stuff
And it kills me to the core
They will never be happy til they destroy me
I'm sure they too think I'm just a whore
How "family" can use such a thing against you
And hold you to ransom and In line
Is something I will never understand nor something I'd ever do to mine
To threaten to tell people of your past
Confirms they believe it was me
When I thought that life was over
And now it's all I hear, feel and see
I'd love to say fuck you I don't care
But I don't want people to know
That "you" were meant to care for me
But I was really just your little hoe
I wish you had died when they say you did
Is it me who is keeping you alive? Will you die when I do. Will it take that for your power to go,
I don't know
I can't relive this all again
And I can't just breath it gone
I can't switch off the constant noise
And I hate what i want to do
I hate that I have no life no voice
And I can't just blame you
Life was going great, the move had changed my life
Then you decided to rake it up And set me into strife
Reawakened everything that I fought so hard to go
Yet again I'm 5 year old his special little hoe
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About Me
- a survivor.... or so they say
- Im a women who is slowly learning to survive, who is taking a journey into the past in order to gain a future. I have ptsd, bpd and suicidal ideation. I often wander if i would have any of that if it wasn't for the mess, the past.