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Speak Louder


Im sorry I couldn’t hear you over my negative thoughts

I couldn’t listen to you over my own negativity that has been running through my mind like a mouse on a wheel

Do you think the things you said cut me deep when the cuts I had are still fresh. the words you speak only confirm what I have been feeling

Deep in my mind I often ran to that little girl who was pleasant but always cried out for help she would act up try to be a clown and try to be down so sometimes she comes out in other ways

you think what you did hurts me when I have been trying to silence the voices in my mind

SPEAK LOUDER let you opinion soar don’t shut down now I need more pile it all on me I can handle it because here’s the thing what you don’t see is me crying about it or pouting

O yes Im shouting now because I want you to ((( SPEAK LOUDER))))) make it known that you want to be free cuz I’m going to tell you that I’ve been there and done that and this isn’t my first trip

you think your words hurt when the actions have always been different and then expect a change from me, no please go be free cuz mentally I have been trapped and waiting to get out

SPEAK LOUDER didn’t you hear me the first time when I said its ok no need to explain I can see the pain when you walk away this time keep the same energy you gave me I am going to be free trust this is not over but it’s ok my thoughts will soon be dimmer and I will see clearer precisely who and what this problem is and then… at the point it will be… who knows… easier to speak

cheater · Friendship · pain · Reality · strength · truth · Uncategorized

My last Goodbye….


I shed a tear because I have no more tears left to cry

It’s like I’ve become numb to all of the foolishness and the lies

Too much on my mind, my thoughts running wild over the lies

but it’s not all on you, it’s me too! I was not supportive enough

I didn’t make you feel safe and secure, so you ran to something new

You ran to something new or maybe even comforting.

How am I supposed to believe that is all not happening,

As I sit and watch it unfold, I pray to God that you have exactly what you are looking for

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine when its all said it done it was a long journey

lots of pain, lots of joy, lots of laughter but no matter where we stand today

You are still someone who was empathizing with my pain

you look me in my face and told a lie and this one is something I can’t come back from

so as I am packing my bags and walking out ill be sure to leave a note to list the reasons why

I can’t keep masking the pain I feel inside

smiling in your face knowing you just came from a stranger’s place

I can’t speak to you the same, call me crazy but this is a different kind of escape this time around

no need to worry God is going to hold you down and when you come out of that lost place you are in

just remember you still have a friend.

abuse · addiction · drinking · drunk · ghetto

Temporary Buzz


The rush I feel just going to the place I know will have you. Its something that makes me feel good, knowing that once its in my system I can set myself free from my problems, my situations, people, places and things. I know once I take that sip I can set my mind free. I began to feel excitement, and joy, I began to feel more socially accepted. It turns into a thing where I can just do whatever comes to mind. But its a temporary buzz. Something that last for a couple of hours then next thing its a blank. My memory isnt all there, I do not know the words coming out of my mouth, careless thinking. Why is it so easy to become addicted to a substance that will have you forget what you did that night or day or even hour. Why do I over indulge in the drink to feel something, so many other things to make me feel better but yet, its so easy to run to the bottle.

Slowly sipping my pain away until I feel numb for a few hours. Of course when you have someone to drink with its even better! this drinking has become something like a hobby something to do. It went from drinking occasionally,to sometimes, to wanting to do it every night. I use to find someone to drink with me so I didnt feel like a lush, I use to bring the bottles to the party so we can all get “Turned up” well turning up for me didnt always go well. I can remember the time I trusted someone to the point where I blacked out from drinking and woke up with a man on top of me claiming I wanted him, I recall saying no and going in and out of being aware of what was actually taking place until I literally pushed the person off of me and said leave me alone! Leave me alone I came here to have a good time and socialize not to be taking advantage of while under the influence. Trauma and Addiction goes hand and hand. You drink to forget! You drink to not allow those thoughts to creep up in your mind of the times where you were used and abused more than once and for what? who knows but the reality of it is the feeling you get from drinking to forget your problems or troubles are only last for a couple of hours and before you know you, your too drunk to stand up

For me I began to either feel sick or sleepy and then wake up the next day looking at photos or either messages that were sent to people Im afraid to have a good conversation with so I decide to send drunk text messages, see what I didnt realize was even when I was drinking I still seek attention I still call out for help to someone to save me from myself. NO self control and then either feeling sick or forgetting what happened so what benefits do I really get from drinking. None, I wake up disappointed I allow myself to fall into temptation of grabbing the bottle, I allowed myself to over do it and throw up or either pass out and call my friends and say what happened last night. So with that being said its sad its a problem it is fixable over time but still I yearn for the bottle to help me find my peace.

Drama · family · life

Karma Knocked


It so confusing to look to someone you care for with trust and happiness

Lack of love is begining to sink in the love that was once there is slowly slipping away

Being lied to because of the lies that were told to you are hitting me like a brick

I feel Karma just knocking me down so low that I need to snapped out on you

I keep feeling like that this love you have for me is no more that I am now someone

who is to take care of you, I am here to handle your affair like an assistant or secretary, we are not partners or lovers

we are not just two people holding on to a little bit of hope that is slowly slipping

is this what it felt like when i lied to you

is this what it felt like when i didnt answer your call

is this what it felt like to think we werent having problems

I dont know how to feel anymore

I just know it has to go away

it has to be broken

it has to stop

God help me

addiction · church · family · Friendship · ghetto · kids · life · lonely · pain · Reality

Beneath Me


Beneath me lies a bunch of flowers from the victims of the games that were played by my sins. Beneath me lies the damage on the dirt that was done. When sinning, thinking about nothing but personal gain. How can God let me live knowing I am far from him. beneath me lies some simple minded individual who will make me feel lower than low and what do I do play dumb for sho. Beneath me lies the old me who allowed myself to go crazy over what I thought was something healthy and had to realize it was far from that. As a matter of Fact theres alot of things I did that I wish I could take back! I wish I never lied to anyone who didnt deserve it, I wish I never told my business cuz it wasnt worth it. I wish I never embarrassed myself in front of God knows who. Man listen its all in the past God forgave me why didnt you. I did alot of things I should have never done and that why I say its beneath me because the devil didnt win.I have lost people so close to me that it hurts to think about it. But when you care about yourself there is no way around it. I must give back to the world all of the good things I have learned. Make no mistake God is not through, I will be on t,v. alive and well giving motivational speeches to woman and men who feel like they have failed. My children will look at me and be proud. Beneath me lies the things that make me smile, because it hurt and I got back up again. Lesson learned and its not over….. its just the beginning.

addiction · christian · Drama · family · Friendship · kids · life

Strangest Thing


Strangest thing I thought it was the strangest thing today. That somehow I would care of what this world will think. It is a show almost like a movie where your on the big screen and everyone is watching, eating popcorn and waiting for the action. Strangest thing there is no action today no words to be said and the scene keeps getting delayed. All of the lights are dim and so is the mindset of some of the viewers, because we hide behind the camera and act as if we are rulers. You act like the director of the movie that you are watching instead of taking a seat. How is it so much drama o wait its because of me. Strangest thing how much I am realizing this is all a game. I am a mother now! no way always has been but just took time to get this way. But how will you make it with all these kids they are just in the way. How will you have fun when your changing diapers, and making bottles, How will you get around and you cant drive. How will you work if you are always on the go or knocked up. Strangest thing of how the world can make you feel so low sometimes that you are ready to go, call it quits and end it there but no I cant be that weak I have something here. Even if not who I thought it would be 5 little ones looking back at me. Yes they may see some bad things that I have done, but through this lesson of being a mother its never done! I can scream, I can cry, I can laugh but the show is not over and the pain will not last. God is on my side and my alot of my problems have been erased. The hurt I caused people can not be erased but got has forgiven me and I have forgiven myself. But its not over and I thank God for keeping me hear. Thanks for taking the time open my eyes so that its all so clear!

accepted · family · Friendship · life · lonely · Uncategorized

Unaccepted


Was there a time where you felt like you werent good enough. Everything you did to be accepted didnt mean anything. Your family and friends take you as a joke and the minute you speak your mind its a problem. I mean nobody takes you serious except your children. You just want respect, you just want love, you just want someone to care like you do. One day you come across someone who gives you all you are looking for, what do you do? do you welcome the person or close the door? see I am letting you in on my personal life, things from my past and my present but a part of me is thinking what will the outcome be. Am I giving you something more bad to talk about or just filling you in on the things you been missing. NO really take the time to read because alot of this is coming from frustration, guilt, hurt , and shame some of this is trauma that cant be explained. But I am grown now and want to help someone else, so take a look and go head and talk about it who know how it may help. I am going to continue to give you a piece of me as long as God knows its helping someone get set free.

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Motherless


She was there! but she wasnt really there. She was going through Post Traumatic Stress and we endure a lot of the back lash from it. She was there but she wasnt there. She would leave for hours at a time. Come back and fuss, ” who came inside the house?” lie as a child so you do not get a beating. the neighbor didnt come in but I am going to say he did. Why ? because at some point before I was born, he really did come in and hurt a sibling> But I didnt get hurt by a neighbor. I got hurt by family and so did she, that is why she was an alcoholic. My mother was there wasnt she. Is the pain she felt why she yelled at us. Did she blame us for her loneliness. Why was she there but not really, talking to herself looking out of the window. Drawing things that didn’t make sense in my mind. My mother was there wasn’t she. Until we got took away from her and sent to live with grandma. ” she is lost” grandma said mommy is hurting. Is that why she put us out. is that why she pushed us away> what did we do, I saw my step pop push you down the steps. My mother was there wasnt she, but not really. I saw him choke you, I saw him throw you against the wall. I saw things being thrown and broke. I heard you say stop! I heard him say no! but my mom was there. I saw yall smile the next day while we went food shopping and clothing shopping. I saw her talk to herself when you werent there. My mother was there wasnt she…

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Gentle Breeze


whats that rubbing on my neck? whats the little kisses on my face, the touches on my breast, its inappropriate, i am a little girl. what are you doing? what is the wet spot in my ear. what is the finger inside of me. I am so confused. Why hasnt anyone stop this yet? o give me some suga, your my special one…
I dont get it what are you talking about. there is a house full of people and I want to scream but who will really hear me, when no one pays you attention anyway. How to feel secure when your innocence is being taking away so young? o its just a gentle breeze you feel from a man who says he loves you. Who buys your loves with extra treats or money. ” This is our secret” but wait what is the gentle breeze of my childhood being taking away from me. so young and naive, is this what love feels like. Why do I keep going back to feel the gentle breeze, my hair is standing up on my neck. I am scared and confused. but what is this gentle breeze? how do I get away from it. Ill hide in the bathroom, I run to my room, Ill play around my cousins a little longer. I will stay outside a little longer. Where am I really safe? what is this gentle breeze is it the night air from the open window, the smell or pee or smell of an unwash armpit? what is the gentle breeze? I cant see its dark and my mind is cloudy… But what is this gentle breeze?