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27-08-2019 10:05 AM
27-08-2019 10:05 AM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
@BlueBay You have such a lovely style of writing. It sounds like such a tough time so I have sent an email just to check in.
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01-09-2019 06:25 PM
01-09-2019 06:25 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
The day flowed quietly, so quick it’s the evening. I sit feeling the emotions building. My life so fast, that I missed one at my prime age. Then it was so deep, the trials of life ongoing. He waited a few years. But I couldn’t see an end to the turmoils. So I told him to leave. Behind was memories of sweetness. The years long and tortuous, sick often but fought on. Year after year, he married and had children. Then my friend came. I sat blankly every weekend. So this one too will be gone in only hours. Life goes on. My heart swells.
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01-09-2019 10:16 PM
01-09-2019 10:16 PM
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I feel irritated, flipping through the pages. I can't rest. The heavy signs fall on my chest.i want to tell.The innocence of heart and soul. So sweet ,kind and loving. Crushed by random temper. Then my tears flow. Shaken and fragile. The stories start from the beginning again. I know you don't mean to.I know you can't express. I know you are frustrated. Oh. Oh.
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07-09-2019 09:31 PM
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
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08-09-2019 05:06 PM
08-09-2019 05:06 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
Pure, sweet, innocent soul
Do not walk this direction
The impurities of the past will destroy your perfection
Keep walking forward and do not look back
Because once it has a grip it destroys you with imperfections
Ignore the crys of those already stuck
Don't try to save them
You can't help
They will drag you in and push you back till your fight is gone and the light is out of reach.
They are drowning in darkness
They don't care that your a child
If you give them an inch they will take a mile
They will stand on your shoulders and expect you to take the weight
They will climb out of darkness and leave you there to weep
They only want to find the easy way out
You don't matter to them
They don't care for your needs
Just leave there
Quick run the other way
Don't listen to their crys
They will try to guilt you into helping them to get free
They only way for you to be happy is to leave them be
You are an angel spread your wings and be free
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08-09-2019 05:11 PM
08-09-2019 05:11 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
WOW my darling @Former-Member
soo true my friend xx
and we are here for you as you are here for me
Keep walking forward is the key
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08-09-2019 05:27 PM - edited 08-09-2019 05:42 PM
08-09-2019 05:27 PM - edited 08-09-2019 05:42 PM
Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy
Yea. Not sure if writing can help. Been Looking forward to the evening times recently . It gives me a chance to get away from the screens and to just be alone and rest. And then nod off for the evening. Been having trouble with smokes and withdrawing and the financial burden associated with them ..
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08-09-2019 06:52 PM
08-09-2019 06:52 PM
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YOU HURT ME, YOU DID
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear biological father
Do you remember what you did
I was only three
A long time ago it was
Did you regret it at all
Did you feel bad when you made me cry
Tell me that you feel bad for what you did
It's okay you don't have to answer
I already know the truth
You don't care about me
You never did
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear foster parents
Do any of you remember what you did
I was only a child
But it was long ago
Do any of you regret the actions you did
Did any of you feel bad when you made me cry
Did you care when I almost died
It's okay I already know the truth
None of you cared about me
I was just a dollar sign to you
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear friend
Do you know what you did
We were 9
You were my only friend
I know times were tough
But I still needed you I did
Did you think about me before you left
It's still hard for me to accept your death
But it is ok dear friend
I know that you cared
And to be honest
I wanted to go too
I still miss you everyday
And I forgive you for leaving me behind
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear uncle
Do you know what you did
I was only 11
That was 15 years ago now
But what you did to me still hurts today
I know you don't care
I know your only regret is I finally told
You thought I would fear you forever
But now the truth is out
And hopefully soon you will regret your actions too
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear daddy
Do you know what you did
I know it's hard to accept
And you don't want it to be true
But you said you would be there for me
And I have not heard one word from you
Not even boo
Please talk to me soon
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear sister
But I'm not sure you know that you did
I am always there for you sister and our other siblings too
I'm there for you all
I look out for you
I help you as much as I can
But I need help some times too
You may not see the hurt that you cause
When I am there for you but you don't help me
You hurt me
You hurt me, you did
You hurt me dear mother
And you hurt me the worst
You don't even see the hurt that you caused
You pretend everything is fine and you look the other way
You may have cared once and thats what hurts the most
I remember those times buts that's all your love is now
A fading memory
It's being replaced by what you do now
Everytime I have needed you
You let me down
And everytime I forgave you
You would disappoint me again
I may carry on forgiving your mistakes
I may make excuses for you so others don't attack you
But I really do question whether you love me at all
And while I may forgive, I will never forget
My trust in you is extinct
You will never get it back
You complain that I don't let you be alone around my son
But honestly mother can you blame me
My childhood is gone and I will never get it back
I will not let you disappoint my son
Or let him question your love
If you want be in his life you will for once have to be an adult
No one is going to tell you what to do
For me you exist because he wants you to
But you hurt once no matter how small
He will not know you anymore
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09-09-2019 06:39 PM
09-09-2019 06:39 PM
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The afternoon light faded, the curtain draw in, the sounds disrupted, my tears flow, twenty eight years gone,. I had to live the way you pushed, I bit my lip, U had no choice. I lived life the way you made. But now It's different. I am out of your catch.It is my life again. But there is no more opportunities. I am fifty. My first love is gone. The truthful one left ten years ago. So I live alone.This is the way meant for me. I fought my hardest. Even near death almost daily. On it goes, may be my life will extinct soon. Because I am alone and meek. Then I feel the warmth at times of the days, that helped me to breath in the frosty streets.
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10-09-2019 09:33 AM - edited 10-09-2019 09:36 AM
10-09-2019 09:33 AM - edited 10-09-2019 09:36 AM
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The daily battle...
Sometimes i wonder about everything that goes on in my mind . Sometimes i wonder how true and real it all is. Is it justifed or is it not? Dismissing thoughts that lead to away forward. So i can be engulfed with despair and misery just one more time . So often the odds seem to be against me. So often the reasons seem unclear.