Never been so sad on Valentine’s Day A day of hearts still But hearts that are broken His disposition changes like the wind One day willing to laugh and forgive Another to scowl and condemn Underneath it all so scared that he is unwanted That if he doesn’t hate first He will be left alone Insecurity, inferiority are words of the day When I meant none I’m no stranger to the wrong I’ve done It’s work to not wallow in my own missteps But he focuses on my wrongs and denies his own so easily
have I done and what will I do. When will I do what I need. Who will remember and who will care. Will anyone notice when I bleed? The sun has turned its back left nothing but black and gray, black and gray. Such strife lay ahead should I continue. Such grief I leave if it ends.
if anyone will ever read this thing, but it might be therapeutic for me…so once in a while when I feel the need to let the whole world yet no one know how I feel at the same time, I will grace this blank page with the words my soul would speak