Break Up.
March 26th, 2014

I don’t know why this hurts so much,
Or why it’s hard to breath,
I don’t understand this pain,
That’s coming from within me
I have been crying for hours,
The tears just won’t stop.
But I this continues,
I may as well go grab a mop.

Something inside me is breaking,
It’s either my mind or my heart.
But whatever it is,
I can feel it tearing me apart.
I just wish these tears would stop,
I can’t see through this pain.
I don’t know what to do now.
It’s driving me insane. - Michelle Ford.

Break Up.
March 26th, 2014

I don’t know why this hurts so much,
Or why it’s hard to breath,
I don’t understand this pain,
That’s coming from within me
I have been crying for hours,
The tears just won’t stop.
But I this continues,
I may as well go grab a mop.

Something inside me is breaking,
It’s either my mind or my heart.
But whatever it is,
I can feel it tearing me apart.
I just wish these tears would stop,
I can’t see through this pain.
I don’t know what to do now.
It’s driving me insane. - Michelle Ford.


Questions and Answers.
March 9, 2014.

What am I to you?
Just a burden in drags.
I should just pack up,
And take all of my bags.
Why did I even come here?
For us to be together.
We are farther apart now,
Than we were ever.

What am I doing here,
In this abandoned part of town?
I just want to be alone,
Because I’m feeling rather down.
I’m answering all my questions,
Except the most important to me.
What am I still doing here,
When I really don’t want to be! -Michelle Ford

Questions and Answers.
March 9, 2014.

What am I to you?
Just a burden in drags.
I should just pack up,
And take all of my bags.
Why did I even come here?
For us to be together.
We are farther apart now,
Than we were ever.

What am I doing here,
In this abandoned part of town?
I just want to be alone,
Because I’m feeling rather down.
I’m answering all my questions,
Except the most important to me.
What am I still doing here,
When I really don’t want to be! -Michelle Ford


You Aren’t Worth the Whiskey.
March 6th, 2014.

Now that I’m gone,
And far from you.
I’m going to go out with friends,
And possibly have a few.
I’m going to drink to being strong,
And drink to being brave.
I’ll have another just for me,
And maybe just misbehave.

My friends and I will raise our drinks,
And drink for one another,
And enjoy the rest of the night.
Because we have each other.
But the toast I will not give,
Is for your memory,
Because you don’t deserve one,
Because you aren’t worth the whiskey. - Michelle Ford

I wrote this after listening to Ain’t worth the whiskey by Cole Swindell mainly just because it is an amazing song

You Aren’t Worth the Whiskey.
March 6th, 2014.

Now that I’m gone,
And far from you.
I’m going to go out with friends,
And possibly have a few.
I’m going to drink to being strong,
And drink to being brave.
I’ll have another just for me,
And maybe just misbehave.

My friends and I will raise our drinks,
And drink for one another,
And enjoy the rest of the night.
Because we have each other.
But the toast I will not give,
Is for your memory,
Because you don’t deserve one,
Because you aren’t worth the whiskey. - Michelle Ford

I wrote this after listening to Ain’t worth the whiskey by Cole Swindell mainly just because it is an amazing song


New Home.
March 4th, 2014.

There is a place beyond these walls,
That no one dares to cross.
I tried it once and ran for days,
Until I just got lost.
I was unaware of my surroundings,
In a place so dark and cold.
I feared if I didn’t return home,
I would not be able to uphold.

Uphold my decisions,
And take blame of my own choices.
But as I was left alone.
I was left with all I these voices.
One voice said I was strong,
Another called me brave.
But they both changed their answer,
When I told them that I stayed.

I stayed in the same spot,
I didn’t move at all.
I figured if I did,
I was guaranteed to fall.
Fall further into the abyss,
And break my own shell.
I may have this new home,
But I prefer to call it hell. - Michelle Ford.

New Home.
March 4th, 2014.

There is a place beyond these walls,
That no one dares to cross.
I tried it once and ran for days,
Until I just got lost.
I was unaware of my surroundings,
In a place so dark and cold.
I feared if I didn’t return home,
I would not be able to uphold.

Uphold my decisions,
And take blame of my own choices.
But as I was left alone.
I was left with all I these voices.
One voice said I was strong,
Another called me brave.
But they both changed their answer,
When I told them that I stayed.

I stayed in the same spot,
I didn’t move at all.
I figured if I did,
I was guaranteed to fall.
Fall further into the abyss,
And break my own shell.
I may have this new home,
But I prefer to call it hell. - Michelle Ford.


Rainy Days
February 27th, 2014.

On cloudy days like this,
I like to go out an feel the rain.
I stand there with my hands out,
And forget all my pain.
Freedom is so precious,
And so very hard to grasp.
So while I am standing there,
I make every moment last.

I imagine each of my problems,
Are like a single drop.
I watch them flow through my fingers,
An wish that it wouldn’t stop.
After the rain slows down,
I glance up at the sky.
I can see a beautiful rainbow,
As it fills me up inside. -Michelle Ford.

Rainy Days
February 27th, 2014.

On cloudy days like this,
I like to go out an feel the rain.
I stand there with my hands out,
And forget all my pain.
Freedom is so precious,
And so very hard to grasp.
So while I am standing there,
I make every moment last.

I imagine each of my problems,
Are like a single drop.
I watch them flow through my fingers,
An wish that it wouldn’t stop.
After the rain slows down,
I glance up at the sky.
I can see a beautiful rainbow,
As it fills me up inside. -Michelle Ford.


Immunity
Nov 22, 2013.

My tears may not come often,
Nor can they help me see,
But sometimes I like them,
Bcuz they make my eyes so green.
It takes a lot to break me,
It takes an army to bring me down.
But I was so high a month ago,
And now I’m laying on the ground.

I don’t know how I got here,
Or what I did to deserve this,
But I’m starting to rethink,
Every single kiss.
Every time we hold hands,
I don’t know what to think.
But everything is gone,
All within one blink.

I’m stuck in this dilemma,
And I’ve been crying here for hours,
I don’t know how you broke,
All of my other towers.
I’m hoping if I cry this out,
And let go of all my fears,
Maybe one day,
I’ll build an immunity to these tears.
- Michelle Ford

Immunity
Nov 22, 2013.

My tears may not come often,
Nor can they help me see,
But sometimes I like them,
Bcuz they make my eyes so green.
It takes a lot to break me,
It takes an army to bring me down.
But I was so high a month ago,
And now I’m laying on the ground.

I don’t know how I got here,
Or what I did to deserve this,
But I’m starting to rethink,
Every single kiss.
Every time we hold hands,
I don’t know what to think.
But everything is gone,
All within one blink.

I’m stuck in this dilemma,
And I’ve been crying here for hours,
I don’t know how you broke,
All of my other towers.
I’m hoping if I cry this out,
And let go of all my fears,
Maybe one day,
I’ll build an immunity to these tears.
- Michelle Ford


Let Me Out.
December 30, 2013.

I cannot leave,
I’m chained by my feet.
I keep trying to walk,
But I can feel the defeat!
It’s surrounding my body,
It’s imprinted in my mind.
There is nothing left here,
That I need to find.

Who is doing this,
It’s surely not me,
Because although I’m home,
I am not happy.
I just want to run away,
Be free from all of this,
But it seems to me,
That there’s something I’ve missed.

I’m not sure what it is,
And I don’t want to find out.
I just want to leave,
But no one will let me out. -Michelle Ford

Let Me Out.
December 30, 2013.

I cannot leave,
I’m chained by my feet.
I keep trying to walk,
But I can feel the defeat!
It’s surrounding my body,
It’s imprinted in my mind.
There is nothing left here,
That I need to find.

Who is doing this,
It’s surely not me,
Because although I’m home,
I am not happy.
I just want to run away,
Be free from all of this,
But it seems to me,
That there’s something I’ve missed.

I’m not sure what it is,
And I don’t want to find out.
I just want to leave,
But no one will let me out. -Michelle Ford


Out Of This Place.
December 25, 2013.

I don’t know how to act.
I don’t know what to think.
I can’t see past these tears,
Because they form with every blink.
It’s nice to be here,
And I’m thankful for many things.
But there is something much bigger,
That every holiday brings.

The fights and anger,
And all the slammed doors.
The days you can’t stand,
To be in the middle of these wars.
The screaming and shouting,
And the hurt feelings that follow,
They leave you so empty,
As you feel dead and hollow.

After you leave,
There’s a smile on your face,
Not because you are pleased,
But because you’re getting out of this place. -Michelle Ford.

Out Of This Place.
December 25, 2013.

I don’t know how to act.
I don’t know what to think.
I can’t see past these tears,
Because they form with every blink.
It’s nice to be here,
And I’m thankful for many things.
But there is something much bigger,
That every holiday brings.

The fights and anger,
And all the slammed doors.
The days you can’t stand,
To be in the middle of these wars.
The screaming and shouting,
And the hurt feelings that follow,
They leave you so empty,
As you feel dead and hollow.

After you leave,
There’s a smile on your face,
Not because you are pleased,
But because you’re getting out of this place. -Michelle Ford.


Going Mad.
Nov 30, 2013.

I don’t know what’s wrong,
I’ve wanted to escape for years.
Now that I’m gone,
I’m drowning in my tears.
I tried to swim to shore,
But my thoughts weigh too much.
It’s like trying to grab the air,
When it’s impervious to your touch.

I don’t want to go back,
But it’s a thought I must consider,
The longer I stay here,
The more my soul will wither.
I am not myself in this house,
I’m losing everything I had.
I used to be quite sane,
Now I can feel myself going mad! -Michelle Ford.

Going Mad.
Nov 30, 2013.

I don’t know what’s wrong,
I’ve wanted to escape for years.
Now that I’m gone,
I’m drowning in my tears.
I tried to swim to shore,
But my thoughts weigh too much.
It’s like trying to grab the air,
When it’s impervious to your touch.

I don’t want to go back,
But it’s a thought I must consider,
The longer I stay here,
The more my soul will wither.
I am not myself in this house,
I’m losing everything I had.
I used to be quite sane,
Now I can feel myself going mad! -Michelle Ford.


The Door.
December 12, 2013.

When I’m in my dreams,
It always seems so dark.
I treat it like a journey,
In which I must embark.
I see sparkles of light,
In the distance around.
I then make a door,
Appear from the ground.

As I walk towards the door,
It opens up wide.
I can see the world,
And everything else inside.
Every night is different,
Yet they always begin the same.
Sometimes it’s like a fantasy,
And sometimes it’s like a game.

Whatever happens beyond,
Is a mystery each night.
It gives me lots to think about,
And helps me see the light.
The light in each problem,
That I cannot solve,
But as soon as I do,
The dream will dissolve.

I awaken in my room,
With a mood so happy and high,
I can’t wait to open the door tomorrow,
And see what is inside. -Michelle Ford.

The Door.
December 12, 2013.

When I’m in my dreams,
It always seems so dark.
I treat it like a journey,
In which I must embark.
I see sparkles of light,
In the distance around.
I then make a door,
Appear from the ground.

As I walk towards the door,
It opens up wide.
I can see the world,
And everything else inside.
Every night is different,
Yet they always begin the same.
Sometimes it’s like a fantasy,
And sometimes it’s like a game.

Whatever happens beyond,
Is a mystery each night.
It gives me lots to think about,
And helps me see the light.
The light in each problem,
That I cannot solve,
But as soon as I do,
The dream will dissolve.

I awaken in my room,
With a mood so happy and high,
I can’t wait to open the door tomorrow,
And see what is inside. -Michelle Ford.