Sometimes I wonder if I see me correctly, I wonder whether I know me better or is it others who see the real me? Mirror, mirror, tell me do I not see me clearly?
Lord, give me strength to meet another day, to fight for a difference, to make a lasting change.
I am too tired to fight it Too drained to even try In the confines of my darkness, it gets colder as i scorch. Bittersweet and painful, I feel better as i feel worse. I long for comfort that cannot come and i simply descend to slumber. Let me sleep so I can be awakened… Continue reading Succumb
There are things I regret And one of them is you. For trusting and forgiving, For stupidly believing. Long years are not worth the vanity and deceit. The narcissictic tendencies that build a fake reality. Mirrors make light shine but broken people don't. Even when put together, cracks will always show. Pity, pity, pity How… Continue reading A sharp, projecting point
No nervous breakdowns for 4s & 5s No 3 days of crying over my first broken heart No several years of redefining myself or pathetically going after the definition I wanted. No year of being stuck in a sordid affair No infidelities stuck in my conscience No moments I wish I had not wasted or… Continue reading Life minus my choices