sorry i have not posted anything in awhile, as the old saying goes life gets in the way. I have a lot of material and should be posting new stuff soon.

You never thought you would be the one who is ignored

never to be invited, nobody calls, always alone.

You always thought that there would someone in your life that would understand.

You said to yourself ” I won’t be that person”.

But then one day you realized:

You are that person,

and no one cares.

Have you ever felt like you were a product?

Like people only used you for everything you were worth and then threw you away?

Did it make you not want to trust anyone?

Are you still feeling that way?

I don’t know what I did to you

Maybe I did nothing at all

How can you hate me when you don know me

I don’t hate you

I don’t want any harm to come your way

You don’t have to be afraid of me

I’m not your enemy

There are roads that we all walk every day

Ones we choose and ones we are forced to go down

People come and go and we still walk till our living end

But there is one road we all must travel

The one where we walk with ourselves in our own thoughts that no one see’s

That is the loneliest road

The risk of opening your self

To wear your heart on your sleeve

You might get hurt

You probably will cry

But to not be..,

You will be lonely

You won’t take any chances

You will still cry

Can I be vulnerable with you?

Thank you for your time to look at my website! I hope you enjoy this I am a amateur writer not muck experience but I always wanted to share my writing with people. I am going to try and publish something at least once a month if I can. I welcome your feedback.

How long will I be in pain?

How long will I listen to my fears?

How long will will I be lonely?

How long will there be tears?

This is for friends who have moved away……

I wish you were here

I hope to see you again

I long to hear your voice

I smile and cry about our time together

I pray you are well

I wonder if you think about me

I miss you

Even though the petals are torn, the stem is broken no water to fill you, you are still a rose still beautiful and always worth something.