I'm a 25 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
Caressing the grass to try to connect to the earth I am on the ground but I can’t feel my worth The breeze tumbles in, my hair, it rehearsed
INDEPENDENCE I have no idea how to watch this No one understands Deep down I want to run away Everyone knows that I can’t
Ryan’s Home Run
I haven’t written about you yet And maybe that’s because your death triggers me more than I’d like to say But that’s just the thing,I don’t want to talk about me anyway
The Crumbs of Blame
I do blame you I do blame you for all your faults and actions I do blame you for your lack of compassion I do blame you for all that happened
If you hate yourself, there’s probably a good reason why.
If you hate yourself, there’s probably a good reason why. For years I struggled to realize this simple concept. Maybe it was my pride, my ego, but something was stopping me from learning this important lesson. I didn’t want to believe I was the problem even though I already hated myself. I didn’t hate my actions, I didn’t hate my personality, I didn’t even hate my mental illnesses, but I knew something about me was wrong. I just didn’t feel the need to change it because I didn’t believe it could change. I accepted it. I accepted that I made bad decisions, I accepted that I was unkind, I accepted that I was worth nothing to myself.
I Can Feel the Sun
The sun is finally out, and this time I can feel it As it’s rays warm my barren skin, hope arises within me once again Formerly, this would frighten me because once the sun went to sleep
Sorry Not Sorry
I’m not sorry for loving you too hard I’m not sorry for lifting my guard I’m not sorry for trying to hide you from harm
I hope you miss me when you’re finally ready to love Because I can’t promise it’ll be with me, I’m not even sure I wish it was