Secrets... I want you to tell me a secret you hold deep inside, a secret which I already know, but I want to hear it from you're mouth...with you're voice, just cause hearing it in my head makes no sense and it's slowly... killing me...
Crappy momentWhat do you know about how my soul feels...it aches with pain like an angry dragon...it eats the life left in me...what do you know about pain...what do you know about suffering, its me who is slowly dying like a summer flower that blooms by the end of its time....like a child who cries cause dad's gone....like the snow that starts to melt as the sun smacks it down...when the night is gone is when I face my fears, angry, maddened, zombiefied..yet alive...breathing water its how it feels..agony never left my side..screaming...crying...gripping life from a thread...looking in the darkness for a place to rest...like a beaten soldier..not again..face your fears and forget the pain...
Struggle...I had a dream that there was life inside of me... The life that once was there but vanished within me, the feeling of joy but the awareness of the pain
the fear of living then dying again. The way it all felt, fear and courage all together
is that possible in this world, isn't there a way for us to know if its going to be alright or not?. Can't we just sit and pray for the best? Do we cry every minute of our awake, just out of fear of losing this fight
no don't fear, stand strong, it's your battle field if you fail it's your loss and your pain to bear
LiesThere's a day when the sky is bright, brightly loaded with shinethere comes a life, someone you love, But use to hate in the past to darken your day,to minimize the shine, bringing shudders down your spine, to make you hate the world, stabbing your heart with blames and pain...making you hate them once againmaking you regret ever being forgiving and just want them to die and go to hell, just to get out of your face and out of your life, then looking at you in the eyes "Te Amo" they say, but it's a lie just like everything spilled to you about being a child..like all the lies about the love they use to share, the food they use to make with dedication..the same dedication they share on stabbing you so hard your bones weaken and break...like the sleepless nights which you cried wanting to be held...to be reminded you were alive and not a lie, that the world was not just prison in which you are thrown, but that there is a thing called love...but lately to you love is a miscon
Invisible BeautyOne time, in the woods I was;Sitting on a tree stump, waiting for the sun,autumn leaves crashing to the groundwith such melancholy I couldn't help but weep..there a leaf dropped to the end of my dress...a leaf of such beauty I had never ever seen,with the mornings little rays rising from far afar away...tears from heaven raced down my hair...droplets of paradise, I shall say...©ProfessionalPsycho María E. Acevedo