I know it would not have been if not for me
Now all my hopes and dreams have been either taken away or begin to flee
My mind feels broken, and my soul has been crushed.
While others take all the credit, continue to try and silence me, as I'm pushed aside or just brushed off
Why do I work so hard to help others so they don't end up like me... when nobody really gives a damn if I exist or continue to be
About the Creator
J.W. Baird
Who Am I?
I keep asking myself. I spent half of my life as a single mother. Pushing myself to be the strong independent individual that I have always been. My kids have grown and my life seems turned upside down.
I now search to find myself!
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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