Everything Ends

Everything must come to an end.

No matter how much work has been done.

No matter how much time has been given.

Everything must come to an end.

Sadness envelopes me as it ends.

A chapter of my life, which has gotten me through so many challenging times.

All of my work is gone in an instant.

Friendships, stories, development gone.

Where do we go from here, and how do I overcome this crushing defeat?

All things end, but I wish they didn’t have to.

Each Morning

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Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

Each day, a new beginning.

A joyous day to start a new

New promises, a chance to change.

Be a better person.

Make a difference in your life.

Make a difference in someone else’s life. 

Each morning the sun comes up.

A new blessing to the world.

You are the star shining bright.

Bring this light into the world.

It Hurts Like Hell

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It’s imperative to know how important you are.

Many people think they are important, they put themselves on pedestals.

You think you can count on certain people, but in the end, you can’t.

Sometimes the harsh reality hits you, and you realize how insignificant you are.

Or that you don’t matter to the people who matter to you.

The people you thought you can count on, the people that can count on you.

That foundation you built, comes falling down.

It’s important to know where you stand, but….

It hurts like hell… It hurts like hell.

Loser

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I am the one that everyone forgets.

They say they don’t, but they do.

They say we missed you

But they don’t talk to me.

As soon as I come in, everything stops.

Am I a killjoy?

Do they just say they miss me because that’s what they are supposed to say?

How do you know someone is genuine? 

Because I just feel completely useless and forgotten.

And if I didn’t talk to them for weeks on end, it won’t matter.

I’m an outsider watching them.

I’m a loser sitting by myself.

And I don’t know what to do.

And Then There’s Me

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And then there’s me. 

Watching all of you. 

And I am left on the side looking on. 

With no one. 

Is the way others feel when they are left out.

We want to belong so badly and then troubled when we are not. 

Does the jealousy grow or just the feeling and fear of being forgotten?

Forgotten

Jealous of their happiness but you don’t want to be forgotten.

You watch the connections growing and you know they are not growing with you.

You pray that they would but you kid yourself.

You want it more and more but you can’t keep up.

You feel you are a failure and you just don’t know what to do.

You want to be this person but in truth you are not.

You have this picture of yourself in your head but it is not really you.

I want to be the kind of person people come to when they need help.

The person who doesn’t get mad but I see everyone leaving me behind.

I am not that person; I am jealous I get angry.

I wish I had the connections you have but I don’t.

I want to scream please, Don’t Forget Me but you do, anyway.

What the point of saying anything when I say it you push me away more.

Because I have already forgotten. 

Why do I speak?

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Why do I speak?

Why do I speak up when my words hurt others?

Is it better to be meek and quiet and stay away?

Is it better to just let things go and move on?

All I want to do right now is hide, but the pain is too much.

I hide but then in that hiding there is so much pain.

I don’t want to hide but I can’t deal. 

I can’t handle the arguments and rejection

So I pull myself away and hide though I cry. 

When I speak, I am loud and brash. 

I say what I mean.

When I speak people become upset. They lash out of they lash out on themselves

Blaming themselves instead of fixing what’s wrong. 

Then turning it on me once again and I hide.

Should I face them, what good will come of that.

Facing someone leads to more problems but the problems I have are within me and not you.

I can only take so much before I speak. I can only be so quiet before I say something. 

And it’s in that saying something that these issues come out.

Nothing is fixed, it’s only me and me alone who has the issues. 

All else falls to the side as I hide. 

It Eats Away at Your Soul

It eats away at your soul.

First you think it’s all a joke,

Then they make you wonder.

It is a joke?

The taunts eat at you, 

over and over again

Until you are a shell of what you once were. 

You question it all and run and hide away.

It eats away at your heart.

The harsh words said in jest. 

They make you wonder?

Are they real or folly?

Until you are a shell of what you once were.

Support (A Poem About Supporting Others)

Support I give and rarely receive.

How is it the ones closest to you,

Are the ones who don’t support you?

Strangers give you praise and those you love

Wonder why they should.

Why can’t we praise people and support those we love?

Are we only there to support, when times are rough?

Why are those in your corner, not truly there for you?

When they have so much to give when your cards are down, 

But nothing when you achieve your goals. 

I Was Wrong

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I Was Wrong

I thought they were my friends.

I thought I was important.

I thought they would support me, 

But alas, I was wrong.

I cherished the memories,

I cherished our talks,

I cherished our friendship,

But alas, I was wrong to cherish these things.

In the end, it never mattered.

In the end, it is all gone.

In the end, I am alone.

To Keep a Promise

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To Keep a Promise

A promise is something sweet,

A caring gesture of friendship and love.

Sincere thoughts and a heartfelt vow,

A pledge of honor and faith.

When promises brake and friendships shattered,

You blackened your heart with lies.

How far do you go to recapture that trust?

What will you do to regain that love?

The vow and the faith you once had,

Why do you keep your promise when others do not?

Should you mend something that’s broken?

How do you fix the friendship all in ruins,

A trust that is a dilapidated mess?

How far will you go to keep a promise of a friendship long gone?