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| JustAnotherFace (profile) wrote, on 3-26-2004 at 7:04pm | |
| Current mood: content Subject: A toast. |
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I want to say good-bye to all that I was. To give a toast to all that made me, aided me through the darkness of those days, when I thought there was no way, A toast to those who stood by me, Taylor, for being there forever and ever. And for saying you'll never leave. Alex, for being goofy, crazy silly, Always making me smile. Ashley, for always making you realize, what might actually happen, To my grams for holding my hand... To Allen who holds my hand now... And to all that were in-between. Raise your glasses for the late-night sleep overs. And our make believe games. When things were simple. For Michelle, who was more of a mom than anything I had. The unforgettable James Roach. For showing me and Tay how sleazy and nasty boys were. Haha those were the days. A salute to the smiles and the tears, That came from everything we did. To the parents who weren't mine, But took care of me like I was then. And still do. To the hardships of when I was younger, Growing up before I had to. The childhood that was cut too short too soon. Then given back to me, The confusion that came with that when I didn't know how to take it. To my little sister Nannon, Who made me talk to my mom again. To the bottle of Vodka that made me stop once more. To my father for being locked up. Making me see how much I missed him. A toast for me opening my eyes and seeing, What he and my mom did to me. For the hurt and the pain, that came from that. To the numbness that came from that. To Taylor my stoner buddy, Who was always up for a good high. To Ashley who was there trying to stop it all. To the high that aided in the numbness. To the cuts that helped realize I was still alive. To the phsyc ward, And my temporary friends there. Amber the crazy lunatic, who never made it home. My lesbian lover Kristen. Persilla my Lively Latino roommate. Maggie, the meth head. The times we spent talking with our heads upside down, Telling me your stories. Krystal and her train track for a mouth. Rendie for talking and understanding what was happening. A toast to the pills, That made me realize I was worth more. To the scars that remind me of where I've been. Places I don't want to return to. Finally a toast to me. To all that I have overcome. To my smiles my laughs My regrets. To everything that was ever bad. A toast to me starting over. Being a new me, A real me. Where my regrets, will just be failed attempts at something great. To a happy me. A me, where I will always be able to say I tried. A me I won't regret. A toast to the me I want to be. |
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dead2theworld | 03-27-04 1:07pm That was great, truthfully it made me cry. hahaha. i love you stephy and it sounds like you are happy now and im happy for you. |