Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
If you are going to eat it don’t name it
| At times you gotta let it all out. Holding in anger and hurt is like holding back a plane with barbwire. If you don’t let go it’s going to tear you to pieces. |
We view peoples portraits painted with the shattered blood stained brushes of their defeats and pain and losses rather than taking time to view the artist.
There’s two ways to spend life, you can build your dream or someone is going to hire you to build there’s