People always wanting
For us to break our bond
People always pushing
To break up and move on
People always shooting
And aiming at our hearts
People always praying
We never had a start
But we can overcome it
Yes we can make it through
Because there's one worth fighting for
And that one is you.
People always wanting
For us to break our bond
People always pushing
To break up and move on
People always shooting
And aiming at our hearts
People always praying
We never had a start
But we can overcome it
Yes we can make it through
Because there's one worth fighting for
And that one is you.
Well I guess it's time for me to rant about my failures in life. Sounds like a good thing to do. I'm going to number my failures in the past 24 hours to help you realize how dumb i truly am. Enjoy, oh glorious watchers of mine.
1) I woke up this morning and saw my shadow on the wall. Naturally, I panic. Naturally, I have a muscle spasm because i freaked out. So I punched myself in the face. Strike one for Mikki.
2) After this beautiful moment of my own abuse toward my face, I walk into the kitchen to get food. I find food, I eat food. I enjoyed the food. And suddenly A;JBG;KSDJGB;SKDJGBS. my fork scrapes the plate. One of the worst sounds,
I know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe
Hatred, whether based on
Your looks
Your personality
Your smile
Your tears
Your reality
Your fantasies
Your happiness
Your depression
Your honesty
Lies
Feelings
Dreams
Goals
Wishes..
Hatred,
Hatred is the problem.
Not you.
She said to her daughter,
"Goodnight."
And her little girl
No longer little
Looked up in her mama's eyes,
And said,
"Goodbye."
And Mama thought nothing of it,
Till her little girl
No longer little
Never looked up in her mama's eyes
Again.
Smiling through your pain,
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Died away..
Even when the raindrops would never end.
This Thing We Call Depression by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
This Thing We Call Depression
There's a story I'd like to tell,
A story of a girl who was diagnosed.
Diagnosed with a terrifying thing,
Something that would threaten her life for years to come.
Something that she could never escape,
No matter how she ran,
No matter how she struggled.
This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl,
Although, not surprising at all.
The symptoms had swallowed her for days,
Weeks,
Months.
Months of this thing inside of her.
This thing that we call
Depression.
There are people who tell her,
"You're only sad."
However, that isn't the case.
See, she was never diagnosed with sadness.
Everyone knows sadness.
She was never diagnosed with emo
Dad,
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Anymore.
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
On me.
I hate
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So it has been a while since I have posted anything on here... and it has been forever since I have submitted a drawing. So I'm going to the old doodle pad, and going to work on getting some graphite down. And hopefully you guys will be seeing some new stuff soon! Thank's for reading. ~smile--plz (https://www.deviantart.com/smile--plz)
Love,
Jo
Okay, so first of all.. hi! Thanks for looking at my journal. And im sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, i've been very busy with school and wedding planning.
Speaking of wedding planning, that's why I'm making this journal entry. I need CLEAN (no sex or swearing) music for the party.. I'm at a loss! And I need 4 hours worth!
Please help???
Thank you so much for your time!!!
~Jo :heart:
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