Jealousy

I am jealous of the ex boyfriend poem......because i like how it explains like what she has been through. It had a lot of emotion in it. I am jealous mainly because i wish i could have written it instead of her. I can totally relate to it. I really liked it.

Complaints...

Tired of being told what to do, Tired of my past, Sick of the emotional abuse going on, Sick of stress, Tired of being controlled, Tired of immaturity, Tired of mistakes, Tired of failing, Tired of grades, Tired of losing people to drugs and suicide, Tired of religion, Tired of being emotionally exhausted, Tired of not eating, Tired of not having an appitite, Tired of my heart aching, Tired of being let down. Tired of lies, Tired of putting up with stuff i dont need to be putting up with, Sick of being a druggy, Sick of judgemental people, Sick of being depressed, Sick of not caring, sick of caring, sick of getting hurt over and over again, Tired of Fate, Tired of screaming for help but no one heres me or comes to my rescue, Tired of being pissed all the time, Tired of not letting people in, Tired of drama, Tired of divorce, Sick of relationships, Sick of inconsiderate jerks, I'm tired of that war i fight deep down within myself.

Love is......

Love is burying your dog in the backyard. Love is a ring of fire. Love is watching your dad die in a hospital bed. Love is a rose full of thorns, it may be beautiful sometimes, but its never perfect. Love is insanity. Love is not getting you out of my mind. Love is addiction. Love is hate every once in a while. Love is sadness. Love is a new born baby. Love is intimacy between a husband and a wife. Love is waiting in the emergency room, with your sibling. Love is waiting for a soldier to return home. Love is attending a funeral. Love is beautiful, but its also ugly sometimes. Love is your wedding day. Love is staying with a spouse instead of getting a divorce.  Love is taking a bullet for someone.

Abuse isnt the answer.

I feel like im walking on air, Im floating, im leaving my happy place into an emotional skitzophrenic mind,
I see them all around me, i see the skin falling off their bones, i see the blood the cutts the bruises, i hear the muffled screams, I here the noises the knife makes when it enters the poor victims body, the sound the gun makes when its fired. I dont understand why these horrible things happen. You see this little girl walking down the street, in an old tattered dress, her long dirty ratted hair a mess and her bruised up bloody body, she looks at you with that red puffy tear stained face, she limps towards you, she takes your trembling hand in her fagile black and blue hands, you look into those bloodshot brown eyes, she looks at you pleadingly and begs for you to help her, she says im scared daddies gonna hurt me again tonight, you start to tremble and shake then the tears come out, you cant help her shes already dead. What is it gonna take to stop all this disgusting abuse. When is it gonna get through there freakin heads that were human too? Im so freakin sick of this crap. These people are sick, and if your reading this and your one who is being abused dont be afraid to reach out, I did and it helped me. No one deserves to be treated like that.