Just Being Myself

This is a poem I wrote not too long ago. Break Down by Rebecca Christensen Cry. Cry out in grief, let your tears flow. Allowing that release, That pain you never show. Cry in despair, That pain that doesn’t cease But no one seems to care. Cry in misery, screaming. Scream. Scream in anger Punching your bed Everything starts to blur Scream in fear It’s getting to your head Those things you can’t un-hear Scream until your scream becomes a whimper. Whimper. Whimper on your bed Wiping away tears You start to pretend. Pretend. Pretend you are okay. Because you are strong, You’ll live another day. I think it is time I come clean about something...       Writing for me has always been my greatest outlet... hence why I keep this blog. Writing has been how I express myself, a way to put on page what I can't show on the outside. You see, in about May 2012 I started really struggling with depre...

Growing up sucks. There I said it. I hate being a "grown up" I find myself struggling to make ends meet for the first time since I started working. Granted I've been doing well at saving my rent and getting by groceries to last me until next pay day but after all that I find myself being stretched for money. I hate this! I hate not having enough money to do things. And now here's the kicker... My car potentially needs a new battery or an alternator. I can't afford that! I have no idea what I'm going to do right now. I honestly can't handle the stress. I have no idea where I'm going to come up with the money and it's like what am I going to do? I know I just need to sit back and breathe but I just can't the weight of all this is crushing down on me. I really wish I had never moved out of the house. Yes, I was going insane living with my parents and was itching to get out. I'm not going to lie I love having the freedom to do whatever I want a...