Tell me what's wrong with me. Point out my flaws. Is this love? Tell me I'll be homeless and then tell me not to react. Trigger my brain by telling me lies just to prove your actions differ. Feel my flesh accept yours .. Only to say you want to be far far away. How will this work? I guess with no reaction on my part. I'll be numb to my own emotions while you drag me down the depression drain . We now have to play a game for survival since my heart is on my sleeve. That's when you ask the question "do you really love me?"

It's the end and no one knows it. Even the Christians with the crosses choose it. Nothing is going to keep you safe. The volcano will erupt all over the place. The elections, don't get me started... We are all one match away from a blow. Love is not a feeling .. It's more just a saying . Cry for your sins and you can be saved. Repent and release your guilt. Awaken to the reality of your living being. Can we be saved. Not really

You can run and hide with all the secrets inside . Your time will come when the truth shines through. Everything changes . It's the one constant in life is change. You are wicked. You lie through your teeth to gain control. Take everything to wash your memory. Drugs alcohol can't end misery. One day it will kill you. Your time is gonna come.

Shell of myself. I am hollow inside. Don't know how I made it this far with no place to hide. Spent most my days trying to make everyone happy and laughing . I can't feel physical pain because of the depth I'm lacking. I've had it all done to me. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm a shell . That's how you get tougher. The older I get the truth I see. I'm shell of myself. It has to be.

My sister is fighting my mother for everything. Trying to shut me out. Put my mother in a terrible position to choose and it's not even the end. Sad thing is I am more mature and responsible . I always have been. My sister will guilt her into getting her property and things. I just want to be the one to make sure she's ok till the end. Being a trustee wasn't what I'm after even though I pay for it out of pocket. The beginning of dementia with alcoholism is my mothers path and drugs they both shared. Mother wants to make things fair even though she knows my sisters not right in her head . Trust is the hardest to gain and sometimes I just wish I could not have feelings.

Time slips by. No one can explain why.. It's time to enjoy and not frown. It seems like everyone is down. I wanted to stand up to say "we aren't here , this is going to go away". I am 43 before I know it. I want to enjoy it. Time stops for no one. Time to realize life is about love, caring and fun.

Sometimes just to get through, you gotta have hope. When you go to a higher vibration and shed dead skin. It's sometime dark like a grave. Did I get buried alive. No... I survived. I can see the light shine in my eyes. I just cope. When you walk on egg shells peeling your tongue. I wonder is my time done. I did so many things no one can see .... I saw my twinkle and my spark . The jealous cast it in the dark. Growing pains lead to destruction. Sometimes covering up the scars are the only way to function. You can only cope. Having a glimmer of hope for the human race.