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The Little Things In Life

The Little Things In Life

My chest is constricting and my air way seems tight.
My sight is getting dimmer and I feel like I’m losing this fight.
Weaker by the day, I’m slowly falling apart
Walking through the Sahara. 
Stranded, in the dark.
Lost but wishing to not be found.
The silence is captivating.
There isn’t a sound.
Unable to feel the pain at this point,
I lay in the sand.
Looking at the stars with my sister holding my hand.
Closing my eyes I lay there and dream.
A feeling of serenity is filling the air,
As god begins to finally reach me. 
He’s brushing my hair.
How cold I be so blind?
The world is filled with beautiful things,
I just need to set myself free to experience the dream.
If you only look at the bad in life,
It starts eating you alive.
In an attempt to survive,
You might lose yourself while getting high.
Feeling heavier than ever before, 
Falling off balance and hitting the floor.
Wasting precious time trying to find the ground, 
Getting so lost, you risk being unfound. 
Looking at the moon made me write this.
Because I forgot to appreciate the little things in life I’m missing.

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The Road I'M Walking

The Road I’m Walking




What do you do when you have reached a wall at the end of the road?
Do you climb it or try and find your way around it?
I choose to find a way around it.
What do you do when every direction you go in leaves you at yet another dead end?
It could be compared to; deciding on the spur of the moment to go on a 10 day hike through 
the dessert.
You pack most of the essentials, but you forget about the water.
The most important thing.
But by the time you realize it it’s too late.
You’re already too far into your hike.
When the dehydration starts setting in your weak, delusional, and in an impossible position 
to make a right choice given your status.
Then it’s do or die.
Do you try help yourself, be strong, and survive?
Or do you call and pray for help?
What if that help arrives but you’re so delusional you can’t see how great that help really is.
What if your hallucinations from this whole ordeal are enough to make you think all this 
good, is in fact really bad.
How long is that help suppose to try to get you out of this hell before they finally give up 
because it’s a danger to them selves? 
But can they give up?
Some could. Others, they’ll get you out of there even if it means by their own backs.
What happens if you choose to not call for help?
Are you strong enough to beat thee odd’s?
Where is that inner will to survive even in the worst situation in life day to day?
How could you feel so weak but be able to survive something like a 10 day hike through the 
dessert with temperatures peaking at over a hundred degrees even in the night with no 
water or water source?
I’m struggling to find that will.
I’m lost with no direction.
I find myself back at that road more than others maybe.
But I’m always trying to find my around it.
Maybe I’ll get smart one day and figure out that I need to climb it.

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The Short Golden Chair

The Short Golden Chair



There’s this little girl with short blonde hair,
Who’s only in the fourth grade and feels like nobody cares.
Living her life un-noticed
She’s always tired and can’t even focus.
No parents or friends to lean on
Home alone on summer days,
Sitting in a short golden chair, 
Staring out the window watching the rays.
The world seems so empty
Everyone’s gone.
So quietly to herself she sings a song.
Suddenly feeling the rush that it gave her,
She finally found the cure to make her braver.
Finding it easier to cope with the hand she was dealt with
And realizing she was given a gift.
She may not be the best of singers,
But a little part of her changed.
She’s now a believer.
She was never really popular and her bangs were always in her eyes,
Nobody knew, but it was her way to hide.
Going home to an empty house she became a great good.
And was surprisingly smart considering how much she loved to read books.
Always teased and picked on her mother changed her school,
Over night she became cool and all because of one boy she met at school.
From that point on her load was a little lighter, and going through all that made her tuff,
If needed, to be a fighter.
Good thing for all of this happening, because little did she know…..All of this was just the 
beginning.

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Untitled.

Untitled.



Isolated and alone.
Cold and hard.
I feel like stone.
Miserable in most waking moments.
Unable to run far enough.
So for now, I just keep hoping to find a way to the core of who I really am.
But the road blocks prevent me.
I can’t.
My eyes are green and that’s all I really see.
When looking in a mirror, i'm not just looking.
I’m trying to find ME.
A self image that is distorted makes it hard to see.
Imagine a rope around your neck.
You can’t hardly breathe.

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I'M Lost

I’m Lost


As I sit here in silence I try to diffuse the thoughts of violence.
Contemplating my fait,
Weighing the pros and cons
Realizing all happiness seems to be gone.
Only a feeling of being anxious remains,
I take it and hold it because there is no one else to blame.
Suffering in darkness cold and alone,
Walking but stranded; unable to find home.
Insecure and out of place,
There are parts of me that are lost,
Like orbs, in outer space.
Frantically searching for them,
I sift through the un necessary,
Trying to be strong and move on
But it’s almost too much to carry.
So here I lye feeling buried alive.
Gasping for air I’ll likely never get.
A feeling of being covered in gas,
Watching the horror as the flames get lit.
And i'm just gone.
Never seen.
Then I wake up from this crazy dream.
It’s back to reality.
So I get dressed, walk outside, look up at the sun and realize what I’ve become…..

I’m still working on her…… :)

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The Toll of Life

The Toll of Life



I’m falling apart at all my seems, 
IV lost my goals and I have no dreams.
I drink to make the pain go away but it just subsides it,
It’s here to stay.
IV given up on most things I care about,
People don’t notice because I keep my sadness quiet as a mouse.
I don’t want them to care, I don’t want them to know me.
Sometimes I wish god would just take me so that I can finally be set free.
Set free from the minions that control my life,
Holding me down and making me fight.
I want to be a happy girl.
Not a sad girl who feels so alone in a cold and empty world.
I have lost who I am again, and I just want to find her.
I will always continually be searching,
Through all of the blur.
I have the capability of becoming something great.
But I can’t become that until I don’t feel like i'm gonna break.
I don’t want it to hurt, I don’t want it to burn.
I want to be happy….Is it ever gonna be my turn?
I feel divided into a million little pieces,
Torn apart at the creases.
The time will come when i’m ready to make changes,
But for right now, the alcohol is in charge
And i’m gonna let it be,
Until i’m ready to set myself free.


*I wrote this in the summer of ’08 when I was in a really bad place in my life. 
I’m glad to say that I have become a better person because of it and that i’m okay now:)

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One More Medicated Peacfull Moment

One More Medicated Peaceful Moment


If I could look in the mirror and like what I see,
There would be no more criticism or picking apart everything that’s good about me.
I’m feeling stronger at this moment,
Hoping that it lasts, I’m feeling more confident.
Trying my best to look at things positively,
But it’s a fight ill be fighting indefinitely.
I can’t change my genes or go back and re-do my childhood.
All I can do is try to re-shape my crooked path always remembering how important it is to 
be me and remember to laugh.
If I could go back and change things,
I’m not sure if I would.
Because all of this bad helped me become something incredibly good.
I have problems like most everybody has,
But at least i'm learning.
And not running from my past.

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Buck Up

Buck Up



I’m a problem that might never be solved.
I’ll still try continue living my live without these walls.
At time’s I’m the only thing I’m afraid of.
I’m not sure what happened or were I went wrong.
But I do know it’s getting old fast
And I’m just tired of singing this sad, sad song.
I've always thought blocking it all out was key.
But I was wrong all along.
I was blinded and couldn’t see.
Desperately trying to find a way out since I was a little girl.
Forgetting that I’m not alone.
I live in a big world.
I got even more lost in all my crazy thoughts.
My sister is why I write, my family and the people that love me,
Is why I've put up such a fight.
I've come to a point in my life where I can’t fight anymore.
So I’m forced to buck up,
Or I get lost finding that “new beginning” door.