A Meth Induced Tribulation

Chapter Two

2 LET THE GAMES END

Madness abounds with great persistence. This game is exhausting. Why must I play? I can't simply just be. I feel as if everyone wants me to fail. He now takes on my role. The role in which I made selfish mistakes that caused him pain. Now he does the same to me but WITH A purpose to hurt my soul and heart. All of this then must be a game. One that I refuse to take in. My love is something

I guard with everything I have. It is the one thing I can give that cannot be taken from me.

Poetic Inference #1

Killing Time

05-19-12

All the evil eyes watching me no longer look at the sky.

They search the ground for cracks with which tp push me in.

My ignorant thoughts believe that my friends and family love me.

But all they are, are ignorant thoughts.

I am someone who walks the earth alone and unloved.

Many days are good, most days are bad, some are wretched, none are great!

I am surrounded by fake souls that suck the life out of me.

No one is who they say they are.

Everyone is what they say they're not.

- A waste of time

Journal Entry #3

06-02-12

No sleep. It is am on a Friday calm but starting to feel rushed. Rob woke up mad because I did not bring the correct breakfast. He Yelled for 10 minutes now I am thinking faster. I am sad feel alone. Okay so it was actually Saturday today.

we are fighting. he left me alone at home asleep and went to ping and god knows where else. he Came home to yell at me again.

-i feel useless

-i am a failure

no one wants me forever only for a shot while. i feel like emotions are leaving. i am no longer crying as much but angry instead. It is the 2nd 9:00pm Sat. I feel better at peace. the fight stopped and we made love.