Sunday, May 4, 2014

Failure



You have been doing everything in your power to make things the way you think they should be. You have been trying your best to make sure things look nice or as best as it can look . You have been trying to make one person happy to the best of your ability. All you have been seeing is that you don’t  seem to be doing  that great of a job  at any of these things.

You  know you can do better, but when you try. It just doesn’t seem to be enough. You are trying to do what you can with what you have, but it never seems to be enough to do it. You are pushing yourself most days just to try and function. When inside, you know you don’t want to do anything at all. But, still you push yourself. Days when you don’t feel right physically, you still push yourself, because you know you have to do things.

There are days when you just want a hug, but you know you won’t get it. There are days you just want to get out and away. But you know you can’t. You feel trapped a lot. There are days that you are very down, but you hide it and push it back down.  There are days you get to your breaking point almost, but again, you push that down and aside as well. You want to so much just let everything out, but you can’t.

So many times you have felt you have done something really good. But there is no one there to tell you, you did. You make something and again, there is no one there to tell you how much they like it or to give you ideas on how to possibly make it better. Even if its just something small. You have tried and accomplished things, even in your past, but once you completed them, you realized that you were not going to get told what a good job you have done. No one to tell you they are proud of you.

In your mind, you are nothing more than a failure.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Street

I am out here all alone, not knowing what is going to be happening to me next. I found a place to sleep, but its not comfortable. I am surrounded by sounds and sights I have never seen before. I am cold and wet most of the time, or I am hot and can not find a place to cool my body. My stomach is always rumbling. But, sometimes when I find something to eat, it makes me sick. My body hurts a lot when I lay down as I am nothing but skin and bones having to lay on anything I can find to sleep. The sleep isn't a good one either, as noises that surround me always wake me and scare me.

I do get to sit and watch all you humans scurry around going from place to place. Watching as you sit and eat something that smells so good to me, for which I can not have. Many of you look at me, but do you truly see me or are you looking through me. I have watched many of you go into a nice place and felt the heat come out as you closed the door. Oh how I would love to have a place like that. A family that loves me and give me all things that I should have. But I do know that there are some of you that would also hurt me in ways I can not imagine.

So here I sit, day after day. Wondering if anyone will ever come to get me and take me to the place I so want to be. That place is in your lap or by your side, feeling your hand stroke me. Letting me know that I am loved and in a safe place. A place that I can forget everything that is happening to me now. A place I had no decision in coming to. It was other humans that put me here. Either I was able to escape or I was thrown away like garbage. But for now, I will only know the street.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Little Soul

Little Souls


I am sorry for what happened to you.

I am sorry for the way you were treated.

I am sorry that people could not treat you the way you should have been treated.

You had nothing to do with how you turned out. It was not your fault. All the blame
 belongs to the humans who had you.

I may not have known you or owned you, but I can feel your pain, your fright, your
confusion.

You belong to all of the other little souls out there that have no control over what
happens to you or how you are treated. You only act the way you do because of
the humans.

You were put into situations you have no control over. You are not given a choice.

Then they take you somewhere and either dump you or have you murdered because of
their own stupidity.

At least now, you can no longer be hurt by those that said they loved you. You are
free to go and be with others like you. To run and play for eternity.

You are among other little souls just like you.

(for a little dog I didn't know, and all the others that are out there now not loved, beaten, and destroyed because of stupid humans)