My First Poem
Sometimes I hear the whispers
Of a little girl I know
Her cries so lonley
Her tears so un sure
She looks up at me begging to be free
That little girl I …
Sometimes I hear the whispers
Of a little girl I know
Her cries so lonley
Her tears so un sure
She looks up at me begging to be free
That little girl I …
wow it's been a WHILE since I wrote an entry. I guess I just didn't know how to anymore. Yea..things have gotten that bad. But I should …
Life is one big mystery.
It really is. So I finally decided to do something nice for my family, and how do they say thank you? oh...thats …
Sometimes I just sit here in my room, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, and NOT wake up in the morning. But instead, I just cry myself to …
you're going to be ok, you are a beautiful, radiant human being.. Fat, thin, in shape, out of shape...who you are on the outside doesn't matter...that sounds incredibly corny...but you can be extremely beautiful either way...And fall in love with yourself, love yourself more than anyother, trust yourself more than anyother...it sounds narcisistic, but this is the only way to be truly happy...then you will have less dependent relationships...you can find joy in each one..but also find joy being by yourself...someday you're going to realize everying you are, and you are going to embody all the confidence and beauty in the world...you are going to transcend all this crap...and you are going to be happy..trust me
hey i haven't heard from you in a long time, and i wondering how you're doing?
i read your journal. just so you know i read it i noticed it. i feel your anger. you're not alone.
(((hugs)))
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