My Blogs are never read, just like the fact I am never heard in my home or with my friends or the little bit of family I do have. my eyes have cried the last tear.
Memories are going to be forgotten as my tongue will no longer spew an utter word of them.
I was told over and over I was not needed, I am not loved.
If I give you what you want you will tolerate me until I have no more to give. then that process starts all over again and again and again.
My Soul was once free, like the willows blowing in the wind.
drudging through that quick sand, I am too tired to pull my body up and out of this sink hole I've been drowning in my entire life. The strong can only be strong for so long so until WE take their last breathe.
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