Random writing’s
Light is shining now.
The snow is falling as gracious as you
This is the time to be alive.
Let go and leave your fears.
Today was not promise, but you are here.
This is the time to go for the goals, that no one said you could.
This is the life you want if not then what are you waiting for.
Dear my loves, I know you are crying right now, but please stop your tears.
You need the water to grow the spot that I will leave in your heart.
A spot that will take time to heal from the pain of losing me.
I know you may need to see my smile or feel the love I have for you.
Just know that it is there right inside of you.
It is just my time to head to my forever home.
Where I can see the ones that left before me.
The ones that love you as much as me.
This is not the way I wanted to say goodbye.
It was just my time to fly.
So, I ask once again please do not cry.
I am going home.
Where I will wait to see you once again.
What does my pain mean to you?
Right now, I can say it means nothing at all.
If I say no you push and push until you get your way.
No matter how many times I say that I cannot do you what you ask.
My cries go unanswered like the trees going into the fall.
My branches are all but gone, yet you still ask for more.
I usually do what you say.
Now I am breaking like the last little tree down the way.
I ask for nothing and yet I am still wrong.
When I tell you no understand that is what I mean.
That my saying no is not meant to hurt you.
Those are just my leaves leaving my soul.
It is hurting me to let them fall.
I have no request and I have no answers.
As the leaves fall know that those are my tears.
Each leaf is tear I wish I did not have to shed.
Lately I have been searching for ways to understand me.
I have tried to look deep inside and there is nothing.
To see, to feel and to love.
I have never love and I do not know how to love.
The only thing I know is I do not know the person I want to be.
The person that can stand tall and fight any mountain that keeps me from being me.
I do not like the person I see.
I do not like the person I am trying to be.
I just know I like the pain that I bring onto me.
The pain that runs deep into my soul that spills out all over me.
The truth is something that I cannot see.
I no longer cry for the hurt I bring.
I just smile and pretend that I like the pain.
The truth remains is that I do not like me.
Could it be I just do not know me
Misconception 