They hung their heads in sadness, by the dozens. Each suffering alone yet next to one another. Oblivious to just how close they were, focusing only on themselves and what seemed like shadows of friends that once filled their lives... the sun still shone on them, they simply needed to find the strength to raise their faces to the warmth. .
She’s wondering why you ain’t calling her lately
Her friends telling her you don’t love her no more
She misses the kisses and hugs you gave her
And now that shits so rare
You acting distant and she said you been moving funny
She laid in the bed crying for you
She looking back at them long paragraphs
That you use to send her so often
And then all that shit came to cease
When you forgot her birthday in a couple weeks
Her friends stay that she is so strong, but deep down inside she feels so weak
She cannot even sleep
She looking at old pictures
She told her friends that you was the best man she’d ever meet
She said it felt amazing to be someone that she loved
But she found it was a lie
And she was sleeping on lies from you for weeks
Found out he was cheating
Found out he lost interest
Found out he was fucking other bitches
That didn’t give af but wanted dick
Bragged back to his friends saying that he fucked them bitches
And then said that you one of them bitches
And that you ain’t even mean shit to him
He acted as a friend to get what he wanted
You believed that it was true and it’s not even your fault
He led you on and you fell for it
Now you’re heart is broke
Just because the talk sounds good
Don’t mean the word is GOLD
Shorty, don’t hold your breath
Take a step back
Wipe always your tears
You deserve better then that
That’s what you call.....
And to them they’re not ashamed💔 #poetic #story #Relationships #poetry #deeppoetry #poetcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetryflow #blackpoet #reality #spokenword #sadness #lifelessons #art #instagram #Realshit #women #DT #growth #visual #life #her #music #hope #igmodels #poet #love
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HELP TO STOP CHILD ABUSE.
Many abused children cling to the hope that growing up will bring escape and freedom.
But the personality formed in the environment of coercive control is not well adapted to adult life. The survivor is left with fundamental problems in basic trust, autonomy, and initiative. She approaches the task of early adulthood――establishing independence and intimacy――burdened by major impairments in self-care, in cognition and in memory, in identity, and in the capacity to form stable relationships.
She is still a prisoner of her childhood; attempting to create a new life, she reencounters the trauma.
The miracle happens when the steps we take every day toward a positive goal manifest themselves. After all WE are a miracle. Living breathing miracles. All of us. No matter where we are, who we are, how we live, how well we are. We are miracles. We breathe. We affect those around us. Let it be with the most positive breaths we can take. The sadness. The joy. The changes. They all come with each breath we take. One day at a time miracles. #this#you#me#us#love#sadness#loss#joy#life#beyond
#teambugsy , I’m sad. There. I’ve said it - I’m sad. It’s been one month since Bugsy died, and I have to admit, it’s been tough. We all know pet loss is hard (recent research has even shown it is just as hard, if not harder than losing a human family member). •
I know it was only a year, but I think we packed a whole lot of living, loving and bonding into those months. Caring for Bugsy was such an integral part of my life that I have to admit, sometimes I still feel a little lost. Work is the hardest and one of my coworkers summed it up perfectly - it’s strange to see me walking the halls without Bugsy. It’s like a part of me is missing.
Grief is hard. Grief is not linear. And we all mourn in our own way, in our own amount of time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s getting easier: the sharpness of the pain is dulling and starting to settle lower in my heart. But it’s still there, and I think it always will be. I find comfort knowing others share in my grief, because that tells me just how special Bugsy’s journey was, and how many lives he touched.
Bugsy’s message was of positivity, and I’m sure he’d want us celebrating his life, rather than mourning his passing. I miss my little dude, and I hope he’s happy wherever he is ❤️ #petloss#sadness#grief#memories#bugsy#bugsybutton#seniorpets#adoptasenior#seniordog#seniordogsofinstagram#olddog#olddogsarethebestdogs#olddogsofinstagram#adoptdontshop#adoptionsaveslives#rescueismyfavoritebreed