Simple girl just figuring out life
I look back on all the bad.
I look back on the faces that tore me down.
All those who spat in disgust.
No more. The future holds so much to be desired.
Your jagged tongues will no longer hurt me.
I am stronger than I was.
You are still but a lowly child clinging to the idea of becoming a man.
Be gone with your heinous lies.
Be burned by your ill desires.
And be aware of what you’ve created; a fighter.
You lost the day you thought you had control over my life.
No more.
The only person I so badly want to talk to is the only one I can’t get ahold of. Praying for a safe trip. Proud of my favorite Marine.
Source: laaurrrennn
No one notices the pain that the smiling faces hide. No one sees the tears that they cry. The pain we feel goes left unsaid because dealing with the past is too painful to bear. As time passes, scars will fade, but never leave. The world can be so harsh, but if there is persistence then we can achieve the love we think we need.
How do you pick yourself up when you need to?
How do you look past the evil tongues hissing at you when you need to believe?
How do you stand firm in your beliefs when people would do anything to see you fall?
How do you stay strong when all your tears well up?
How do you power through the agony you feel as the judgements begin?
How do you hold yourself together when all you want is to scream?
How do you overcome the people that hate you for nothing more than existing?
“Hey, Dad, look at me
Think back, and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I’m wasting my time
Doing things I want to do?
But it hurts when you disapproved all along
And now I try hard to make it
I just want to make you proud
I’m never gonna be good enough for
You can’t pretend that I’m alright
And you can’t change me”
(simple plan)
Your words echoed through me and left nothing standing in their path.
My hopes and dreams were torn in shreds as you stole my innocence away.
The feeling of abandonment seeps through my open scars for everyone to see.
Nothing’s more painful than a paper cut slicing through such thin flesh.
Had you only known how thin my chest was when you sliced through to my broken heart.
Your vile tongue will always remind me of the person you wanted,
The person I could never be.
The fact that I am still standing, moving forward means I haven’t given up the fight.
You can’t take that from me because you are the one who taught me to fight.
Every story starts with a beginning. A beginning that introduces a lifetime of possibilities. Like a work of art being strewn out in front of you. Every thread in a canvas is woven just so, interlocking every decision we make and leading to the next winding possibility. Decisions are made day-by-day and choices are what we define ourselves by. Life is a collection of our stories brought together in whole, leaving a tale to be told in passing time.
Where I plan on getting married soon! :)
