Mother's Day

Mother's day

I recently have been trying to fill these empty pages. I have more than enough to say about how, "I really hurt."

Somehow ,I just can't .
Not right now. Give me an hour, two days,or maybe my life. One day I will spill how much I live from the hurt of you.

Rather it's the lack of you, the excess of your existence. Or just the women I am afraid of becoming, because I have the genes from your families red hair, freckles and height. I am afraid. I am afraid, I'll be evil,abusive and worthless. After what and who I witnessed you be. I want nothing, to be you. I hope I die, before that could ever occurs.

So, I guess I had to say something .

Finally !

Now that your not here beating me down to the little pulp that I became.
Yet, still am, in these few ways.

So far .

I try to stand just to stand stronger than I am. And I dream in just one of my eyes that I create my own reality, as I have so far believed. You can keep calling me crazy.

That's just fine with me.

Myself.

And Memorie.

We all have agreed we don't want anything to do with being like you!


Absolutely nothing to do with ...

The ones who?
The ones who?



Judge anyone , not dare trying to understand for even a split second.
A crying girl you saw through your pathway to work.You couldn't know why she cried yet you decided it wasn't important enough for you to ask or think.
The fat man that you always see in your city.

No matter whom it be.


You chose to judge.


You chose to love.


Or not.


Your just another reason why she still lives.