I never meant to hurt you, I always
Try and try. But my tears fell
On and on, That day I withered and
I died. You must know by now,
If all I say is I DO, That I need
Your hand in mine, for I do
I DO LOVE YOU...
I feel something hurt you,
But I know that I don't mean to.
I will fill your life with
Bunny rabbits and sweets since
That would please you.
Don't forget I do feel this way
Every day. I don't feel my emotions
Very well any more...I always cried.
I can't really cry much now, I tried,
I will still be there for you-
Through ALL the years.... sigh.
It will last forever. I will see
You soon. I feel you meant no harm to.

Only in my mind                                                                                                     Those pretty flowers never get withered                                                                 Simply because I always their images                                                                    As they are ...                                                                                                            All flowers wither ,but                                                                                              Not in my mind ...                                                                                                   All pretty words are like                                                                                          Those pretty flowers in my mind                                                                            Simply because they never get withered in my mind ....                                      I have all those images of great things                     In my mind ...                                                                                                       My mind stores all pretty memories and all pretty images                              Of lovely things that happened in life ...

best days better left behind bereft of joy
fighting in vain for fleeting fulfillment
instead seeping bile from punctured
***** appendix found septic too late
even still now hungry for real life like
stomach tapeworm eating purpose
lost along the way now empty, grey
when did time get away from us all
leaving bitter little paisan us's
stripped bare of long dead dreams
like Christmas morning c-section strippers
five dollar bills stuffed in withered *****

It's hard to exude the kind of confidence that makes people respect you.
I'm a grown woman, but I've yet to master it.
When I'm told no, when I'm told
"You can't do that," "Don't act like that," or "That's not okay," I can scream and argue in my head, but my body cowers.

My chin,
My shoulders,
My eyes,

They d
          r
          o
          p

And I'm no longer the woman I thought I was-
Strong and independent.

I'm a withered flower that may have once been blooming but is now reduced to nothing.

This is what I will become.
I will be a forgotten soul,
Just a withered girl, dumb
And without any control.

No way to ever see the truth
And an absolutely brainwashed
Society. Leaking lies, her mouth
Wanting desperately to crash.

The windows to her soul
Are shut and locked,
Afraid after the raid and the ****
Of her happiness.
She has lost all control,
Her mental gun cocked
And loaded, mouth agape
And careless about the future mess.



Fear instilled in ones heart can never be defeated, only conquered.