FORGIVING

Forgiving

What am I to do?

Been so long since I last saw you.

I'm surprised to see you right here.

I've got something you need to hear.

I remember the horrible things you said.

When drunk you would hit me instead.

The words have stuck with me all this time.

Tattooed on my brain each and every line.

The bruises may be gone from my skin.

But I remember each one of them.

I forgive you for all you did wrong.

Now I know I'm right where I belong.

Written By: Heather Cole

                    Jan. 2018

USED

Used

I'm not here for your amusement.

Emotionally I'm just spent.

Not knowing where I stand.

A stranger in a strange land.

What am I to you?

A piece of trash under your shoe?

You could do what ever.

I could do nothing whats so ever.

Taking advantage of my mental illness.

Knowing I couldn't handle much more stress.

Back on my meds and feeling stronger.

Won't be putting up with you much longer.

Done with your crap now.

I'm leaving today, RIGHT NOW !

Written By: Heather Cole

                  11/ 19/2017

JUST THINKING

Just Thinking

What makes us think?

Why do people drink?

How much time is left for us?

Why do people want love?

How did the kiss get started?

What if the world just stop spinning?

What is the meaning of life?

What if the moon disappeared?

Or the reason why some people are lost?

Do they know where they are?

Then are they really lost at all?

Is fake really real?

Why are women pictured in dresses?

Why do some crave chaos and clutter?

How do two people make it work?

Why do we pray?

Why are most buildings shaped the same way?

Why do you see just one shoe along the highway?

Why one and not two?

Why am I wired different than others?

Why do some people kill others?

Why do some kill themselves?

Just thoughts that go through my mind... constantly worried about things and can't shut it off.

Written By: Heather Cole

                    4/3/2018

REALIZING

Realizing

Sitting one a bench with no place to go.

Just walked eight miles to make some dough.

The old man left with the rent.

Leaving me feeling spent.

Wondering what my life is for.

Feeling like a broke down whore.

The time spent chasing a dream for two.

Was wasted time I spent on you.

If I were lucky tomorrow would not start.

Then I wouldn't feel this broken heart.

So you had your thrills.

Leaving me to handle the bills.

Can you hear me yell ?

Telling you to go to hell.

Lost, alone and ready to breakdown.

The voices are ready to help me leave town.

Written By: Heather Cole

                    9/08/2017

So glad I made it through all that then. I almost didn't. I still struggle with it almost everyday but getting better.