I thought I could forget , I thought I could forgive . But I cry almost daily , tears don’t always show but I cry , my heart cries . My heart bleeds my heart aches . I’m reaching for more pills everyday . The thoughts are coming back . I see no light at the end anymore . I wish every night not to wake up . I welcome my end . I welcome peace in my mind . I wish I could make you understand what you did . At the worst time of my life , you took it all away . My hope my happiness , my will to survive . You have destroyed me mentally and physically and have shattered me emotionally .I can’t do this much longer . I’m all alone I’m so lonely and no one would care . So why do I keep bothering to wake up in the morning ? I welcome the night , I welcome darkness . I welcome my end and I welcome eternal rest I’m so fucking tired of being alive.
Wow, a comment.. so much to say.. At first I felt by reading these postings I was invading your privacy in the worst way.. reading your most intimate and personal thoughts and feelings. I know you post them for exactly that purpose but I couldnt help feeling bad in a way. Although I will admit that once I started reading I couldnt stop. So intense, intuitive.. so well written. All along asking myself why someone such as yourself with so much to tell hasnt yet written an autobiography, a detailed memoir with these intimate life details. I would definitely read.
ReplyDeleteI am particulary interested in your art work. I myself sketch and draw. I have always enjoyed my time with my sketch pad, my art.. my world. I love that from a peice of art you can say so many things, and that whom ever chooses to look can draw their own conclusion and maybe see something totally different but equally as meaningful. I would love to see other peices you have worked on if you wouldnt mind sharing.
In final, I think you son is an amazing kid, not to mention lucky. I have unfortunately seen many cicumstances where kids have not one parent who cares.. you may not live with him, but it sounds to me like hes more then well aware about how you feel about him.
I hope you keep writing, It seems to be cathartic to you.. as art is to me, I know how important it is to have a release, and to embrace it.
Take Care
Thank you anonymous, you are totally within your right to read anything I write, as, I have given you and everyone permission to delve into my private thoughts. I have used this public medium for such a reason. And to answer your question, yes! I have thought about writing a memoir someday, you see, my story has yet to be told. What you have read in this public forum is merely a fraction of my life. When I started to write what I was feeling, I truly believed that the level of interest would be low. Who cares what this “stranger, as I feel I am" has to say? I write, well basically, to unload. You see my mind is heavy, heavy with the burden of life. (My life).I never thought that, the interest in my words would be such as it is. At times I feel like I am nothing more than a spec of sand in the hourglass of time, and truly insignificant. I write because I have to. I have to alleviate the load somehow. I thank you and all the other readers for allowing me this outlet.
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