Tuesday, April 22, 2014

All I Really Want...

Every day I wonder if people like me, does any ever notice me? Does anyone think that I’m lower then scum and that I shouldn’t even exist?
It feels as if I should have never been born, as if my existence was a mistake. There are those who love me and those who hate me for even just being alive.
I’m kind, I’m patient, and polite. I don’t hurt others, I try to help, and I always try to be good. I don’t argue and I give up the things I want. But, no even says a word to me.
No one ever really thinks about me. I’m always the one that’s never noticed, even when I’m with everyone.
I’m always alone, I have no one but myself in the end.
Does anyone see me, does anyone hear me? I’m always alone in inside, because no one will ever notice me.
No one will ever hear me in the cacophony voices before me, even if I scream!
I’m the one who’s always hurt, I always smile a fake smile.
I’m never really happy, I always seem to lie to others and myself.
I want someone to hear me and see me, I don’t want to be forgotten.
I want someone to hold me close and stay with me forever until die. I don’t want be alone anymore even if I’m the pushing everyone away.
Isn’t there someone who will understand me, my true self.
I no longer want to be in the darkness or even in the twilight.
I want to be free, I want to be happy, and be in the light.

All I really want to know is that I’m alive.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Oh Great Wolf

Oh great wolf, who’s howls ring throughout the night.
As I walk beside the forest, underneath the silver moon.
Please watch over me as I walk beside you.
I hear your cries in the night, calling out to the moon.
Underneath the dancing lights, in the white-cold snow.
Oh great wolf who’s howls I hear.
Please watch over me, as I walk beside you.
Underneath the moon as the lights dance in the night sky.
In the world this white-cold world, I will listen to your cries.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Footprints

As I walk on this earth I leave my footprints behind, I leave them as a memory for those to follow and when they end I’m afraid it’s time to say goodbye. The footprints I see sometimes overlap each other, some are new, some are old, some are deep, and some are side by side. My feet may hurt but I still leave my footprints behind so someday they can be my memory for those to follow.