Do You Mean It Much? You say so much that means so much But does it mean as much as you say? I think you say so much because it doesn't mean much at all. Saying so much kills sincerity. If you dont mean it, don't say it so much. Or even better don't say it at all. Now I just need to find the strength to stop believing so much that means nothing much at all. If you have so much respect or mean it so much. Just stop saying so much.

You Miss you Love you Want you Need you Your touch Your smell Just you Adore you X

What Do You Do? What do you do when You feel low You want to reach out to that person, But you can't? What do you do when Your brain won't stop. When you just want to do that one thing you can't What do you do when That voice telling you to, Won't shut up and leave you alone. When you feel like you can't go on unless you do what you just can't?

A New Start A new start From the beginning again Twelve new months Three hundred and sixty five new days Each new day is a fresh start Twenty four new untouched hours Each new day is as precious as a new year. Live each day with renewed resolve With the thrill and excitement it deserves. Watch the dawn or sunset with hope and renewal in your heart.

Writing To Fathom I can only move on from this friendship if I can grieve. I can walk away if I believe I can't go back. I'll never go back the pain caused is too severe. I can't cope with your torment Your insistence to destroy me Your knowledge of my fragility made it easy. This makes you poisonous, toxic and leaves me in pieces you dancing on my soul. I grieve for the trust I had, the friend I thought I had. Crazy thoughts run through my mind Did you plan this massive fall out? Contrived controlled conversations to recall and twist? Questions asked and guilt raised to prise precious information. Secrets prised from my soul for your gratification? To be used in evidence against me when you deemed the time was right. Worse pain was to come. I could hardly believe you'd go so low. Planting seeds of distrust and destruction in beloved friends minds. Your aim to destroy so vicious and your aim precise. My soul will rise again and sing, the memory of you will fade and so will the scars you inflicted. I wish I didn't care. I wish I was indifferent so you couldn't hurt me. But there is no genie from a lamp to make this go away. Just time that ticks and passes so slowly by.