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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Thank you @Maggie xxoo

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

It’s dark and gloomy 

and I’m feeling very moody 

I just don’t know what to do

if only I was just like you

 

i feel like a loner 

that doesn’t exist

abandoned and thrown out

is how I feel

 

it doesn’t matter anymore

no one cares

its ok I’ll just be alone

 

ive been like this all my life

so it doesn’t make any difference 

peopke tell me it takes time 

you need to not be so reliant on others 

 

it it doesn’t matter anymore 

I feel like I have no purpose to be here

i just wish I was somewhere else

but no one understands

 

the hole gets bigger

the screams get louder

the light gets smaller and smaller

and the darkness takes over

 

im angry frustrated hurt emotional 

its hard to explain 

the words don’t come out 

it’s too late it doesn’t matter anymore 

 

 

 

 

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@BlueBay 💕💜💕

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

what is this fear

of people

 

why exaggerate

potential danger

 

why does this apply

to so many situations

 

what, the apprehension

of threat everywhere

 

in the sky and

on buses

 

walking streets

in broad daylight

 

attuned to

intricate sound

 

aware with

peripheral vision

 

what, this thing

that drives me

 

when making friends

to back away

 

so suddenly.

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Little girl scared and shy 

Is hiding in the cupboard, why?

A monster looms just outside 

Looking around as the little girl cries.

He gets closer to her place she wishes she could fly into outta space.

Suddenly the door flies open

She sits really still but she knows it's no use as his mouth turns into a horrible grin 

She screams as he takes her away 

After what seemed like an eternity of terror he puts her back in her room and closes the door.

She grabs her teddy and hides under the bed for fear that the monster will grab her again.

Soon her mother is home and she feels safe for a while but her brother is in hospital and her mother will not stay long.

With the monster watching her she can not tell her mother what he has done.

They go to the shops to get ice cream and the monster goes unnoticed because to everyone else he is her loving father.

Every day the little girl runs and hides but the monster always finds her.

Then one day while the monster is hurting her someone comes in and sees what he is doing.

The monster is taken away and the little girl is safe. 

Her mother is sad that he hurt her and the sadness is overwhelming so the mother has to go to hospital and the little girl is taken to live with strangers.

They little girl was told she would be safe but they were wrong alot of the houses she went to had monsters in them to and they all hurt her in different ways.

The girl not so little anymore is finally allowed to go back to her mother and be with her brothers and sisters.

She thought she was safe but she was wrong the mother was different and let a monster in the house.

But this time she couldn't run and hide.

She had to be brave and let the monster hurt her so he didn't hurt her sisters instead.

Soon her mother got really sick and when the girl called for help the monster hurt her real bad 

The girl went back to living with strangers

Some had monsters and some didn't but the girl didn't care anymore she was very sad

When her friend died she tried to leave the world and gain her own wings. 

It didn't work but she did get to be with her brothers and sisters again

Soon they all went back to her mother the girl was just 12 and felt like a mother of 5. 

When she started high school she didn't care about herself anymore. She kept herself alive for her siblings but destroyed what was left of her inner child and left it behind.

She soon met a boy at her school who helped show her that her life could improve.

With him at her side she went on to graduate high school.

But he went away for uni and she started to go down hill till her new saving grace was announced her little bundle of joy in blue.

Soon she felt life good but she still struggled with the demons of her past.

Then they let her first monster go free and now she just wants to keep her little boy safe but she wonders would he be better off if she grew wings and watch over him from afar.

 

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Seasons come and seasons go

But my love for you will only grow

As you get taller and older 

Our show of affection will change

But our bond will always be maintained

You are not only my son 

You are my saving grace

My guardian angel

And I promise to always keep you safe

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Ten little fingers

And ten little toes

And giggly laughter where ever you go

Even in the dark you find the light

You are the joy in my life 

 

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Sitting in a corner

Crying all alone

A little child longs to be held

To have someone say it is alright

To have someone to cuddle them tight

But still they look into the emptiness

Scared and unloved 

She screams into the darkness hoping to be heard

But still she sits the forgotten in the dark

She screams till her voice is no more

Then she curls up in a ball

No come to rescue her

Cause no one heard her screams 

That child is the inner child of me

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I wish that iIhad a time machine 

So I could go back in time and protect the younger me

Maybe if she had someone who loved her 

I would not be such a failure

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