Every year I walk around to meet new people and when I see my friends again, they get excited and tell me they missed me. Honestly, that is enough for me to know im loved and enough to know that I kind of suck for looking like im in need of new friends.
One thing I hate about myself is telling others and trying so hard to convince them you're happy . . . and then an hour later, I admit i'm falling apart.~~~ One thing I love about myself is that, I at least, admit what I lied about at all.
As I look around me It's so easy to see I'm letting go of what you've done My freedom has just begun Going through life as if I'm walking on glass Hoping this feeling will pass Carefully stepping, avoiding being cut I think to myself, why would I keep my thoughts shut I begin to run You have no more control I'm done The glass begins to clear You have no more control here I see brightness ahead of me And at last, I am free
Daughter 20 years old finding Out you're a father In 9 short months You'll meet your daughter But that isn't enough For you to bother She grows up Into her mothers face Wondering why another man Would want to take your place She doesn't understand Why you didn't want her She knew you lied When she was only four Life takes it's toll And destroys her mind She has a dad now But you still remain blind He didn't have to care Why is this fair She's now a grown woman Still she struggles to understand She loves her dad More than anyone can He tells her he loves her And is a true man In the back of her head You continue to haunt Why wasn't she good enough For you to want Why would another man Want to be her dad What was so bad About her for you to accept You've lost your chance now She's lost respect You're nothing to her Not even a man Because you've made it clear It's time for you to disappear
Loving someone with depression is hard. No matter the day you're having you must smile and wear your brave face because all it takes is one moment of weakness to set them back. Forget about birthday's, anniversaries, or celebrations because something bigger, darker is filling their soul. Kind gestures go unnoticed because they are already carrying the world. And now it's your job to take hold of that world and carry it like it's nothing and you'll shove every ounce of emotion, good and bad, that you bare so deep into your soul, it will only come out through silent tears in the lonliest kind of darkness. You'll tiptoe on eggshells. And when you slip, because you will, the horrible names won't stop. And when that fist makes the insufferable connection you'll crumble. But if a single tear falls or yelp cries out in desperation it will set it all back. So you must take a deep breath and wear your bravest face.