Just Home

I sit here waiting.

Silently, but not exactly patiently.
I just want her home.
Safe and secure.
Just home.
I don't know where she is.
Whether she is here or there.
She could be anywhere.
I just want her home.
Safe and secure.
Just home.

Being Strong

Be Strong.

If not for you, then be strong for someone else. Be strong because you need to be. At times, that's all you have. Sure, it can difficult. That's why it's called being strong. It maybe not be simple or easy, but it's worth it when you come to the end of your struggle or conflict that you are facing. You'll look back and then look ahead, knowing that that even changed you by making you stronger. Not physically. In other ways though. Many become too dependent upon others. When it calls for them to be strong, they can't do it because they've no idea what to do except to call for help from another person. Becoming dependent upon another person isn't exactly wrong, but how will you fend for yourself, if that time comes around..? Not all were meant to be strong. There can fragile, just as there is strong. You have to have these fragile ones to balance out the strong ones. Just the thought for the night. I find that being is strong is difficult, but I can make it. I might have a few extra scrapes, bruises, or other wounds, but I'm still living and breathing.

A Feeling of Helplessness

I wish that some things were different. The world isn't perfect, and I understand that. But to what degree of imperfection can we let it desecrate to.. All I ever wanted was to help others. But how can you help, when you yourself are helpless? Being helpless is one feeling no one wants. It comes out of no where and just creates this upset and turning that makes a selfless worth appear before you realize it even began..

Nothing but Filth..

Wish that sometimes this world wasn't so corrupt; i mean, is that all there is left anymore...filth. And here we are, in the midst of it while it wraps around us threatening to shatter what hope and faith we have left..

Lying to show that you Care..

I wish that when people tell you they understand, that they aren't just simply doing it out of pity or sympathy for what you are feeling. If you understand, then you do. If you don't, then you don't. I never got why others thought they had to lie in order to convey some message that in some twisted way of lying, they care for you and how you are feeling..

the Impossible

A Dream.

Something that can be explained as unbelievably magical. At least that's what my dreams are. They are visions of the things that are unattainable. Impossible at a first glance. Life is what we choose to make it. So in turn, shouldn't we ourselves be able to achieve those very secretive parts called dreams that we hold inside of us. We each have dreamed. Some only look at dreams as a part of life that is in fact silly and childish. I don't see dreams that way. Too others, it is their way of making it through the day knowing that there can be something more. Something special which creates a feeling of hope within themselves. But then again, how much could I possibly know of what others wish to attain in this life..

I'm Still Here.

Standing fast and sure,

while my will stands unbroken.
Sadness no longer has any hold on me.
Anger has left me, and in it's place is now happiness and love.
Feelings of reassurance have come to me,
while my determination to make it has grown stronger.
Refusing to give up,
while life throws me everything it's got.
I'm still standing.
I may be torn and bruised,
but I'm not broken yet and I stand knowing there's a tomorrow
after the fight of living today.