You came about a month ago looking to stay the night
You just wanted a place for your kids to rest their head and you’d be gone in the morning light
A month has come and gone but your still here
Three extra mouth's to feed and you drank all the beer
We didn't have much, We gave you all we could
You took it all and then asked for more
No please
No thank you
No offer to help with the bills
My mother is afraid to tell you there's the door
As you have a bad temper that we don't want to appear
Your kids are rambunctious and rude
They have broken the cross my dearly departed Nan keep in her room
My mother is in tears
She doesn’t know what to do
My younger sister's won't leave their room
My mother has told me to shut my mouth and don't be rude
But soon that won't be enough
You may be rough and tough
But so am I
One more wrong move will be enough.
"So hot headed,
but heavy is the hand
that is kept from raising.
Which,
being how soft
the surface below
it would fall upon,
it is al and well
no hand was raised,
indeed,
but there is no praise
for such common sense.
Uncommon men
and situations
make for comics
and comical accusations,
life's a joke
so sometimes I laugh at it,
but this time around
I keep frowning.
So here it is,
laid on the table
the meal made,
with much forethought.
And in the end,
all it causes is heat,
feet stomping,
no use for a cooler,
all around fire is sprayed
and it keeps trying
to catch,
skin not lit.
Whatever the reason,
be it power or to tower above,
stepping in increases rage,
decreases range.
Within striking distance,
add more fuel to the fire
burning deep inside,
taught to never lay a finger
on the fairer sex,
but the moment tests all control,
reveal, resist,
total consequence in the rearview.
SLew of words,
which hold meaning
spoken out of love or anger,
babble dipping into ears
is all tuned out;
been inside my head for hours
already.
So you go,
but not before raising your own hand,
no pain felt with the blow,
no weight to it.
But damned if the point isn't realized,
asked to leave
only to come once I'm gone,
leaving my abode vandalized.
How dissapointing.
An anger so roasting
kept cool with a conversation
with a friend,
longboarder, car hoarder,
keeps one in check
before diving into a bitter
back-and-forth.
The bitter look
thrown with an intense glare
with one more pass,
feeling sick to the stomach,
but if one wants,
just ask.
I can be more specific.
Penurious of kindness,
parsimonious of respect."
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
Sun 5/25/2008 8:04 AM
Everyday i wake up its always the same
Put on my clothes brush my teeth
I only have myself to blame
I never have any friends to meet
Its to work and back home
I feel so unwanted so not myself
I feel so alone
I wish i could put my life back on the shelf
My life will never be different or change
It'll always be the same
I just wish i could have it arranged
To show people my life's not a game
Copyright*
I was once your baby girl.
Little and innocent,
You were ready to give me
the whole world.
But then I changed
from kid to teen,
and I wasn't the same
as I was once before.
I hurt myself because
it makes me feel better,
putting the hurt on my skin
instead of inside my heart.
I'm sorry i've become
the kind of daughter you
don't want, never wanted.
I'm not innocent anymore,
I'm not your baby girl anymore....
I'm nothing good anymore..
I'm Sorry.
Depression...
What people think it is:
Sadness, crying, dressing in black.
But they're wrong...
Depresion is:
always feeling numb....
Numb to emotions,
numb to life...
Wake up in the morning,
pretend you're okay,
then sleep again...
Repeat daily.
You smile, but you want to cry...
You talk, but you just want to be quiet.
You pretend to be happy, but you aren't!
Depression is feeling trapped,
abandoned,
lonely,
scared,
tired,
lost.
Depression is feeling like you're suffocating,
like you're never going to breath again.
Depression is those times when you're happy,
and then suddenly,
for NO reason, you become hit with sadness,
and you break down again....
Crying those tears,
those tears that hurt to cry.
Your body racking with the pain.
You're crying so hard
that you can barely breathe,
you clutch your stomach,
trying to breath or keep quiet,
trying to make it stop!
You sink to the floor,
holding your body,
trying to hold yourself together.
That's depression...
Little girl,
crying as she is sent away.
Sent away yet again.
Sent away from the place
where she has been for weeks.
The place she thought she
might finally fit in.
But she was wrong.
So now she's leaving again.
She can't find the place,
HER place,
the place where she belongs!
She's searching,
forever searching,
for the one place she will be loved.
She's searching,
forever searching,
for her forever home!