Submissions by Jenn0437

The way that I feel inside is such a hard thing to explain. I have no sense of reality or how simple things truly are. I over think, over process. Make things that are so small into big problems. But that’s anxiety . The pain that I feel on a daily bases can’t be explain. I can’t put it into words. A lot of it comes from pass traumas, people that know me, Know the things I’ve went through. Let me down. But why should I focus on the negatives, why is that all I can see. What good though has come from my life. I’m a worker. a sister. A friend to quite few people. The meaning of my life is...

I lay here thinking what I possibly could have done different. The different tones I would have chosen to speak to you, the looks I were to give. I wonder if I changed this couldn’t it all be the same, the way you would look at me and make me feel whole. I wonder what could have been.

I think about the love I had given you, the time and patience I struggled to hold onto. The memories we had created, having to compartmentalize then in a file deep in my brain. Just to forget the love I had been given. I wonder about you, where you are, what your doing. But then wonder turns into...