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“Lost in the darkness
I fade from the light
Faith of my father, my brother, my Maker and Savior
Help me make it through the night
Blood on my conscious
And murder in mind..”0Anger and fear
Mixed potently to make
A shell
Meant to suffice and disguise my brokenness
But all it does
Is accentuate
The shredded happiness beneath
1That time when you start believing in something then some random shit happens– taking away your hope.
You want to hold on but the universe is making you let go.
-nettie
Art by: avogado6
1The internet is filled with a lot of stuff right now. So much stuff, especially anger, discouragement and a lack of kindness. Most of the time, it’s easy to remind yourself “it’s just the Internet doing what the Internet does,” but last night I had had enough, so, I turned it all off and went on a walk with Scout and the DH.
As we walked down a street a few blocks from us, we heard music on the wind.
We looked over and saw a guy, all alone, sitting in his front yard, back against the house, playing a guitar.
I stopped in the middle of the street and yelled, “I love your music!”
He smiled and yelled back, “Thanks! It’s a nice night, isn’t it?”
The DH yelled, “It sure is. Take it easy, buddy!”As we walked away, he started to sing.
A guy, sitting in his front yard, by himself, singing to no one. Just filling the air with music.
And I started to cry.
My friends, the Internet will do its best to make you forget the beauty of life and the goodness of people.
Step away now and then
And remember…0No muzzle will silence me
No chains will restrain me
No claws will drain me
The hungry rage only grows
4To be honest, sometimes i feel like hexing people. But then i realize, that they already have enough trauma to go thru so, i just wish for their wounds to go deeper than before.
1*WARNING: could possibly be triggering for sexual assault survivors. sorry, I just had to get this off of my chest.*
I remember that night like it was yesterday
the crying and screaming “i’ll be ok”.
your body was broken and tangles with pain,
you hung you head low because you had shame
but it wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know
and now he and his friends all call you a hoe.
but his friends don’t know what pain you endure
they only think that your frigging “impure”.
but you are still you, your heart and your soul
and vengeance with take place for the innocence he stole
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