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Link Details for: | Comfortability |
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| Link ID# | 256 |
| Link URL | http:// |
| Submited By | Nichole Deweese |
| Added On | Wed_Feb_22__2006 |
Description:
How I long to get my life back right, how I wish, how I hope I might. How I miss the confidence of calling everything my own, being in the peacefulness of my comforting home. Having the pride that I once had, being that someone took this all from me makes me all the more mad. Feeling so independant, that is how I once felt, much like a rose when the petals begin to welt. And now, feeling so lost, and so I sit and feel every piece of my heart melt. And so all I can do is fight to get my life back right, how I wish, how I hope I might. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into this deep, dark hole, and with every inch, it tore shreds and pieces of my soul. At one point I had my lovely life I worked so hard for, I let my guards down, and all I heard was the slamming of my vacant apartment door. It wasn't much, but I loved my job, my home, my car, my independance I once had, being that someone took this all from me, makes me all the more mad. Being responsible, a mother, a good role-model, showing my child that even the littlest things are possible, it seemed so easy when I was unstoppable. And so now, I have to adapt to my new life,start all over again, it seems like forever, just to begin. I really do miss my life, that I hope to get back right, and someday I will, soon, I just might. |
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