WoundsDontHeal

You often listen to people, about their stories of hope and pain Dreams and nightmares That you sometimes feel so drawn to them, that you can't help but to help them make their dreams come true. And you try. And try And try But nothing happens You are so drawn to them, that when they explode, you feel like it's your fault And they make it your fault too. Your sometimes so hurt, that you simply have to get up, and face another day Hoping to forget You look into their eyes, and see a different person Your dealing with two people, with different aspects of things You help them everyday, but sometimes you stop right in your tracks and think,

As the new year is coming closer I am left with nothing but a paper and pen Everyone would soon be celebrating for a prosperous new year, new hope, new beginnings and I can't help but wonder myself, what 2016 might bring. And then I realised... nothing. Just another year of sadness, anger, hate.. Where your dreams will stay dreams, your wantings far far away And nobody really there. Who understands. 2015 has been a good year but I also hoped for a better ending. I always try to help people And I only receive their hatred words. For me, the next year will be no difference, as I see no light. I try to help people find their "great perhaps",

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem and he called it "chops" because that was the name of his dog and thats what it was all about his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on the bus and his little sister was born with tiny nails and no hair and his mother and father kissed a lot and the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant and his father always tucked him in bed at night and was always t

Have you ever wondered how your life would have been if you did that one little thing? Said sorry when it was necessary? Said thank you to someone that would've made them feel appreciated? Said I miss you to make that person stay? Taken the opportunity when it was given to you.....?

Your mind is a funny thing It traps you along with your fears, pain and oblivion Reminds you everyday Why you don't want to be here It feels like your running with no end You want to cry But your to busy trying to catch your breath Busy trying to survive that last obstacle You try to dodge it But if life doesn't throw it back your mind does Your running out of breath You want to flee Run away where no one or anything can find you But then one day you wake up and realise that you were living in a nightmare But then who says that dreams aren't as real As the here and now? If it is I know that I'm screwed...