<<<I am sick of a high-strung and on-the-go life.
Stressing about the next appointment or how the bills get paid.
Why aren't my kids happy, and what made them sick?
Messy house, dinner not fixed.
Am I a bad mother, person, or friend?
Do I use people, and not give, or give too much in the end?
Why should I care about anyone else?
For once in my life, I would like to care for myself.
I want to love me like no one else did.
I no longer wish to be that scared, broken kid.
Be my own person, own my mistakes.
Learn why I made them, even though it aches.
What I went through was a crime.
A vicious act of stealing my time.
No more I tell you. No more I say.
The power it holds on me ends today.
I can love, and be loved back.
The good never has to end.
The nightmare won't always find me. I am not cursed.
I will not bring those I care about to follow a hearse.
Love is not a burden, it is a gift.
Embrace it, don't run. Let go of the rift.>>>
Vote. Please and thank you
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The Boy I Could Never Love
Non-FictionYou know I always liked you?" When you carry a pit of self-loathing, your world resides in your head. Bullying and a dysfunctional home life contributed to my contempt for myself. I could not stand the skin I lived in. My name brought me pain. Eve...
