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VedderGirl27
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The sun is shining,
it's a beautiful day.
I soak up the suns warmth
and watch as my children play.
I've never felt I deserve them,
now I know it's true.
Here I have so much to be greatful for,
yet I sit and cry about you.
Why am I so fucking selfish?
What the hell is wrong with me?
My life seems so hopeless,
my heart so empty.
Before sleep, I hold my son.
He's so small, so sweet.
I pray to God that this will be enough
to make me feel complete.
You tell me I'm strong,
a lot more than I know.
Well baby, I'm sick of being strong.
When's it my turn to just let go?
I've been strong for everyone else,
I don't know if I have anything left for me.
You said you'd always be here,
now I don't know what to believe.
So now I just want to sleep,
drift away and dream.
Dream of when you were in my arms,
when you swore how much you loved me.
it's a beautiful day.
I soak up the suns warmth
and watch as my children play.
I've never felt I deserve them,
now I know it's true.
Here I have so much to be greatful for,
yet I sit and cry about you.
Why am I so fucking selfish?
What the hell is wrong with me?
My life seems so hopeless,
my heart so empty.
Before sleep, I hold my son.
He's so small, so sweet.
I pray to God that this will be enough
to make me feel complete.
You tell me I'm strong,
a lot more than I know.
Well baby, I'm sick of being strong.
When's it my turn to just let go?
I've been strong for everyone else,
I don't know if I have anything left for me.
You said you'd always be here,
now I don't know what to believe.
So now I just want to sleep,
drift away and dream.
Dream of when you were in my arms,
when you swore how much you loved me.
There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
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loved the ending...
and of course you deserve your kids
being the strong one all the time can be very hard, you have to allow yourself some time to be vulnerable, or ask for help
Not only is it hard for me to be vunerable because I'm so used to being strong for everyone else, but the two times I've allowed myself to be that way, I've gotten shit on. I know that's not uncommon. Hell, it happens to people everyday. Guess I stupidly thought I'd finally found someone I could let myself be vunerable with. Really trust, you know? I thought being really good friends with him first would make a difference. Could NOT have been more wrong about that.
I'm glad you liked the poem, & thank you for listening to me whine all the time. You're such a good friend!