Wednesday, September 30, 2009
To write love on her arms

Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Silent Heart

Crossroads

Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Can we be a family?

Our broken up family is so disjointed. I feel lost in my own home. I no longer want to be in the presence of my own family. What happened to the happy days? Since when did our families foundation become liquor and weed? Why is the fact that I go to church so hated? I'm trying to gain a better life, but all that's happening is i'm moving farther away from my family. All the pictures hanging on the walls...Happy faces smile back. They seem to say "look what you ruined when you came back" No one knows we're all so broken. Papi drinks himself to sleep every night. Mami wakes up each morning with a hangover and hating her life. It seems as though i've gained a new future and everyone gained my past. I thought God would change my life, but our broken family holds me back. Life is not the same.. I cry myself to s

Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Crushinnn'
Save me
Daddy
Past

Sigh
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Something new..

Monday, September 21, 2009
Look into me...
My trembling smile is no longer real. My eyes disguise the way that I truly feel. Who can I trust when I long for a friend? Who will be there when my world is at end?The honesty is lost in all of their eyes. The tears that I cry are drowning in lies.
Where do I turn when I can't find the light? My reflection is shattered by the darkness of night. I'm left all alone, secrets hidden inside, I want to emerge but, they force me to hide
I'm sick of repetition day after day not knowing whom to trust, being wary of what I say. False friends who I loved for all these years cut me the deepest by causing these tears. I can hear whispers; I feel your stare. But, straight to my face you wouldn't dare. Don't give me a smile when I know it's an act. When I turn my head, don't plan an attack. If I made a mistake why can't you forgive?
I refuse to regret the way that I live. I want to fit in but, what's there to see? Please look past my shell and look into me.