Sometimes I care too much
Or I don't care enough
It feels right and sometimes it's just wrong
I give my all even if it's not enough
See them as much more they'll settle for less
Stay focused on what's yours responsibilities
Others might collapse but keep doing right
Do your thing when others tell you other wise
Finish strong prove them wrong

Don't be so ******* yourself, little girl
You're only human
I know life is tough,
and you feel hopeless and alone
But remember I'm right here by your side,
holding your hand and keeping you warm
Please,
darling please,
never give up.

Stop looking around,
comparing yourself to everyone you find,
stop thinking you'd be better off as someone else,
when you are unique, beautiful and smart.
Please,
darling please,
love yourself.

Don't look back and always regret,
look forward with hope,
enjoy the ride,
and learn while you can
Please,
darling please,
don't be hindered by your past.

When your heart is crushed,
you're filled with pain
and tears fall down as you'll never win
Please,
darling please,
don't close the door on loving again.

Your dreams are there to be followed,
I'll always encourage you,
Don't let them just be dreams,
be true to yourself,
if you can dream it you can do it
I'll always have your back,
especially when you don't have your own
Please,
darling pleace,
go after your dreams with all that you have

When you're insecure and scared,
need guidance to find your way,
remember what I've told you,
remember that I'm there,
I'll never let you be alone
Please,
darling please,
remember that your mother is there

I'll love you from your birth till my grave,
and beyond that.
I'll cherish our moments and give you the best that I can.
I wish for you the best and all the happiness,
I look forward to meeting you one beautiful day.
I'll always love you, I've loved you even before you were born.

With love from your future mother <3

I'm tired of sitting on a bench alone
Shivering in the cold
Reading a book but being distracted by people walking by.
I'm tired of hoping I won't be late
Setting alarms to ensure I leave
Walking so fast the cold air makes my lungs hurt.
I'm tired of having him on my mind
Wanting him near me
Loving him with all my heart so there is none left for myself.
I'm tired of feeling pressured
Panicking if I don't get something right
Hoping I don't disappoint those around me.
I'm tired of keeping up appearances
Trying to see people
Forcing myself to go out and be myself.
I'm tired of sleepless nights
Tossing and turning
Watching the shadows turn as morning comes.
I'm tired of making lists
Checking things off
Having to do it to make myself feel like something is under control.
I'm tired of crying in the shower
Making it as hot as I can stand
Using the running water to conceal my tears.
I'm tired of not being good enough
Being told I just wasn't right
Seeing everyone around me succeed.
I'm tired of being here
Knowing that I can't ever take a break
Hoping that soon it will look up.

you said your love was a fire

and suddenly i was willing to be burned

you said your love was an ocean

and suddenly i was willing to drown

you said your love was death

and suddenly i wished i was dead

-c

If you ask me why I write,
I'll tell you why I write.

Writing is how I cope through the hardest of times,
writing is how I survived a childhood not mine,
writing is how I kept strong when I was feeling down.

When I had noone and nothing else,
I could write down my worries, thoughts and fears,
Also write my pain away and write about a place
much further away.
I could write about happiness, flowers, love and trees,
I could write about everything I will always need,
but never received.

When I was scared, angry, sad and alone,
no comfort was shown,
I wrote in my journal or made a poem,
only thing to keep me from gone.

I needed so much more,
I never got.
I needed comfort,
I never had.
So I wrote for myself,
for my life and my pride.

If I didn't write for myself,
who would write for me then?
Maybe I wouldn't still be,
here on earth as I am.
Because...
I write to survive,
I write to live,
If I don't write,
what's left of me then?

If I was at the outside looking in,
I would see that this is a sin,
I'm not true to myself,
just true to everyone else.

The clock is ticking away,
as I'm wasting my life day after day,
scared to state my opinion,
open my mind
and fly to the sky.

Nothing calms me more down
after a long day
sleepless night
stressful hours
than my favorite cup of coffee

Nice,
warm,
tasty,
delicious
and sweet
fulfills my every need