I can barely remember the good times. Something broke. It cant be glued or patched . The pieces dont fit know matter how I try to force them together . To many repeated stories that were coverups for selfish deceptions. So many over and over agains that I forget the beginnings. I only remember the endings. There always the same. I cant see my way through the dark side any longer. Ive lost the skill to be strong, to believe in hope, that the sun will come out tomorrow. I was never perfect. I dont recall saying I was. I just wanted to help, to understand, to make things better. I wanted a family that loved each other in spite of it all. I dreamed of such beautiful virtues we would share . We would always have each others back. Time went on, I got sick and no one really cared. Even I didnt cry. Not one of you lifted a finger to help me face incredible pain and fear. Dont air your dirty laundry! Why not? If my life and all I did for you unworthy excuse making addicts and your minions means nothing then this post should bring no shame to you or me. Is this my karma for all the wrong I did in this life? No! It is my karma for allowing so many unscrupulous, backstabbing, crazy making trolls feed off of my gullibility and lack of courage. The only redeeming quality cancer has for me is to tell the truth.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 22:55:56 +0000
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