Painted Lady

They say knowledge is Power I say its pain

Once you know 

You can never erase

I think of you and everything you have done

Makes me sick…

Your not a women

Your not even a person

Your a soulless, heartless, hateful

WHORE!

and I once called you a friend…

 

 

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The women with the tattoo

Sitting, dazed at a meeting 

I look over at a women with a tattoo

Nothing special, just a flower on her ankle 

I started thinking of all the things I haven’t done

One being a Tattoo… 

I then started thinking about my appointment March 13th

Wondering if and when I will have brain surgery

My mind started to wonder, should I start living? 

Truly living… 

Learning to help myself

Why did I start blogging? I’m a private person and in no way educated enough to write a great story. Or at least that is how I perceive myself. Resently I started talking to an amazing women Andrea. I get great insight from what she has to say. She motivates and keeps me going. The last time we spoke she told me that I am teaching her something’s as well. I never thought my life could be a lesson for others..

I want to find others that are going through this with me. Maybe then I won’t feel as alone? Knowing other people are out in the world right now feeling the same way. I have no reason to feel ashamed. That might sound weird but it’s hard to describe all the feelings one can have when their head is in constant pain.

Blogging will be one way that I help myself:) getting out my feelings. Sharing how I feel even if I don’t share that I have a blog with any of my friends and family because I’m chicken shit.. I can still feel good that I am doing something I want to do.