wrightergirl1990

Lonesome wind swirling, Wildlife hiding fighting to live, My sweetheart missing, I've nothing left to give. My heart cannot forgive, That sour April morning, Wasn't sure I would outlive, The springs frigid longing. And yet my hart will come alive, When the warmth of summer does arrive.

People have treated me like crap. Have tortured and belittled. Have prodded and teased. Have convinced me of worthlessness. The list is endless. My classmates. My neighbors. My 'friends.' My brother. My father. No more. I'm done. I won't be treated like an other. I won't be treated like a nothing. I know what I am. I know who I am. I am special. I am good. I am me. And nobody. Nobody. Can ever take that away again.

Here I sit alone but undaunted. Unwanted. But loved. Loved with a love greater than love itself. Loved by a Father who will never abandon. Never hurt. Never faulter. Never fail. We were created to love. We were created to be loved. By Him who loves greater than love.

Can't do it, Can't take it, Won't have it. I've lived with this bullshit all my life, Can't handle any more, Won't listen to your lies. You won't scream at me anymore, You won't call  me daughter, I won't call you dad. We are done, We are over. It's not gonna happen, I won't let it happen. I'm not gonna answer your calls, Not gonna read your e-mails, Not gonna listen to the voicemail. You are dead to me. You are not my Dad.

Manny people believe that the wold will end. Some believe in 2012, and others believe thousands of years in the future. I don't care if it is in a thousand years, because I will be dead by then. I also don't care if it is in 2012 because I will have turned 21 and be able to legally drink in the United states, and therefore achieved every worthy age mile marker. I personally do not believe that the world will end. I believe that humans will become extinct. To which I am glad. Man is a pitiful species that does nothing but destroy and reproduce. According to the Bible Adam, the first man, was made from mud, and we have remained so, MUD. You ca

I’ll give you my heart. I’ll give you my body. I’ll give you my soul. I’ll give you my riches. I’ll give you my gold. I’ll give you everything, anything, all. And what do I want in return? To see you again. To hear you again. Is this too much to ask? Will you not give me this one request? I’ll give you everything, anything, all. Even if you refuse my love.