“Life destroyed her, broke her, tested her and ripped her apart over the last few years. It wasn’t until today where she woke up and realized that she had to face life and all of its obstacles then as a girl, to become the strong and improved women she is now.”


I thought I was a victim

I thought I was a victim, am I not good enough I’d ask myself?
What do I have to do, to grab his full attention?
What can I do to change him, to have him see that I am what he needs?
He says I’m the one and tells the same story to all of our loved ones, but at night he rushes to his contact list to see who he can get attention from.
I thought I was a victim, so I’d despise him everytime; kicking myself thinking “maybe you are not good enough.”
You need to be smarter, learn how to drive better, don’t speak to much, don’t over think, don’t share your feelings, don’t bother him to the extremes.
I thought I was a victim because he made me feel that way, then I realized I played apart in my own unhappiness by deciding to stay.

Why must I hide

Why must I hide what I have been through, just to protect your image for those who care about you.
Why can’t I share with the world what I’m feeling inside, without a care in the world of what you’ll look like.
Why are they offended by what I have said, if I speak the truth of what has happened.
When did I become the bad guy after all of this?
Can’t they see how much I loved you and how deep is my agony?
Why can’t they understand me as humans?
Can’t they see how broken I am and what you’ve done is unfair?
You do this with out feeling any guilt, make them fall madly in love, using them for your needs till you get bored and move on.
Tell them the truth, since you claim to be such a good man, tell them all the hurt you caused me before the very end.
Tell them how I covered it and was force to put on a smile like there was no pain.
Tell them what I wrote was what you deserved and no less.
Why must I hide to protect your image?
Why can’t you tell them exactly what happened.


The healer

She was brought to their world to heal, to care for all their needs, to fix what was broken and bring out their beauty from underneath.
None of them appreciated that, or noticed her hard work, it’s almost like they expected her to be there through every turn.
They used her as the healer, they used her body to erase their sins, assuming that the woman in her would be able fix everything.
They all desired love and care and knew that’s what she’d give, but didn’t reach out to love her back for they weren’t worried about her needs.
Unfortunately that’s all that she desired to be loved like she loved them, to find someone to heal her and fix the damage as they got rid of all the pain.
That person never came because she continued to hunt for pray as her eyes looked for the broken one’s even though she knew her heart is what she’d agitate.
She continued and went on healing and fixing all the one’s that came her way knowing that eventually she’d be broken in the end.


Love and relationships are like a race…

Love and relationships are like a race. We train so hard, sometimes we fall, we give it our all, and we build them up to where we want them to be. After all the hard work some of us win the golden metal and the hard work pays off, and sometimes someone else gets the metal and your hard work becomes someone else’s victory. Sometimes that’s what makes us build that grudge because it’s a bit unfair that someone else gets the metal, but we shouldn’t allow it to make us bitter.
Because no matter what happened we learned and therefore we also win and even though it seems like it, our hard work wasn’t unnoticed and someday our metal will be even better then any of the metals we didn’t get.”