'cause I think best at night

I hope people aren't offended when I tell them there aren't many people that I'm close to. I hope I'm not a pessimist in saying that because I usually am a pessimist. But I guess in some way we all realize it, who we know and who we don't. I'm glad to find out I'm not the only one who feels and thinks this way. Most of us don't like to point it out but in the end when we get to talking about it, we'll admit it. And in some weird way it draws people closer. More ironically, we all found each other and it makes me realize how blessed I am to have friends like you.

Blog on Child Poverty

I'm quite tired of the tears. Yes, I could continue to take this, but why should I? I don't need "friends" like that. People ask me why I'm so introverted, why I don't like to tell people the details of my life, simply because every single time I've been backstabbed. Maybe I am overreacting, maybe, but as of right now I'm too fricking mad to care. I just want nothing to do with you. I can't believe I was so stupid to believe you. You make me sick.

Crippled

As others run forward,
barely able to move,
crying out for help,
unable to pick yourself up.
"Living" a sepulchral existence.

Stuck wondering how to pick up the pieces,
shattered on the floor,
trying your best to not cut yourself in the process.
Refusing to fall under another label,
but questioning if this is really worth it.
Whether to simply give in
and enter a narcotic and opiate world.

Lost,
and unsure how you got to where you are.
Still unheard.
Help beyond the grasp of dreams.
Muffled,
beneath the covers,
fists clenched,
screams silenced.
Nothing but a burden,
better off alone.

Crippled,
by tears.