Alone

Some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.

Homer

Please (Poem)

Please,

treat me like one of you.

You always say you do,

but was that ever really true?

Please,

don’t ever change.

Just because to it was a game.

That I never mattered,

and just leave me here in tatters.

Please, 

just stay.

I become down when you go away.

Please,

I’m even using a begging tone....

Because I want to forget what it’s like to be alone.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

Numbers Don’t Matter

38D That's my bra size But my heart is far more larger... Yet all you see is just a prize. 16 Is the size of my pants. Yet most of you just see a big ass. Now here you are starting to make plans. 178.8 lbs That's how much I weigh. So what? It's less than the number of sacrifices I've made. 8 That's the size shoe I where. I've taken million steps even when I didn't want to live anymore... But you don't care. To you, I'm just numbers and nothing more.

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)

If you had not suffered as you had, there would be no depth to you as a human being, no humility, no compassion.

Eckhart Tolle (via purplebuddhaquotes)

“And I write and I write and I write and nothing says it all.”

– the story of my derailed heart

Changing

No one ever said changing for the better would be easy. Sometimes, I wish I could go back to doing the things that I used to but…. When I look back at those times, I realize the same thing over and over again. There’s no point in doing something that will just hurt you more in the end.

If someone asked me what I thought about myself a month ago, I would’ve told them: “I wish I could die but not really.” Being asked the same question now, I answer with: “it’s complicated. It’s hard respecting and fully loving myself while being constantly told what my faults are.” I want more for myself. I want to care. Sure, this is actually a new thing for me. I’ll be honest with you; it’s weird and sometimes I think it’s pointless. I’m not really one for showing those closest to me how I really feel. I’m so used to hiding my feelings that now when I try to express myself it can be misunderstood.

Nowadays I am taking care of myself more and focusing on myself which has caused me to stop doing the things that I used to. I feel bad for the people I used to talk to because I never got to explain anything to them. I just had left them without saying goodbye. Sometimes I wish I could tell them what’s been going on and how I am doing but then I remember one minor detail. They don’t care about me nor will they ever. 

No matter how much I wish this wasn’t true it is…. And inevitably, I’m alone during this self-transformation for the better.

The meaning of life is finding your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Annonymous