Venting is what they call it.
But you can’t vent to anyone.
When you are upset, they get mad.
Even if you are not mad at them, 
They won’t let you vent.

The truth is, you can’t trust anyone.
The moment you say something to someone, 
They spread it around.
Especially to the person you are complaining about.
Sometimes you just need to get your feelings out, 
But who do you trust?

Those you thought were your friends,
Will betray you to others.
Those you thought you can trust, 
Will turn on you when someone better comes along.

Venting is a horrible thing.
Never say anything to anyone.
Keep your thoughts to yourself.
If you have nothing nice to say, 
Don’t say anything.

Ashes and Dust
It was meant to be both of us.
But I was left.
Ashes and dust are all that remain. 

They say it's not personal.
At least that’s what they say.

Do they expect us to believe that foolishness?
Lies and more lies to cover up your own turmoil.
They wonder why I don’t trust; they wonder why I stay quiet.
But do they really wonder or do they just not care about me?

Let in the dust, wondering where everyone went.
Not knowing that they are there, but not with me.
It was meant to be both of us.
But I was left alone.
Maybe it is best to be left.

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 I am broken.
The words slice through me, 
Carving my heart into pieces.

All my dreams, my plans, my goals,
Crumble before me. 
My heart lays into bits and pieces.

Why do words hurt so badly?
Why do we let them tear into us and knock us down? 

I pull myself up, 
And pick the pieces of my mangled heart off the floor.
I hold it in my hands, crying out for help.
I try to mind it, 
I tried tape, glue staples, but none of them worked.

Why do I let words hurt me?
I stand up, put my broken heart back and dust myself off.

Words tear us down.
Words can also restore us.
Love restores all wounds.
Love saves us all.

Words can tear you down.
Words can also restore you.
Always lift someone up.

Never fail to be kind.
Remember, words can be a powerful tool.
They can tear someone down, or lift them up.
Use with care. 

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The cool water laps on my feet.
The sun rays warm my skin, 
The birds chirp, the waters laps
And my soul is at ease. 

So much noise in our lives.
So little time to unwind, 
To be quiet in his presence
And soak in the son.

I bury my feet in the sand and,
I stretch my legs out.
The birds chirp, the waters laps
And my soul is at ease.

So much drama in our lives.
So little time to cry.
To be sheltered by his love
And know you are not alone.