OKay so I am in a weird mood for sure but I want to get a contest going. OUt of boredom or something. So anyway. Here is the contest.
I would like a self portrait of your self done. You could write a story or draw a picture. I am looking for creativity. Yes I know this sounds a bit weird but I have been thinking of doing one of myself. As some of you know I fight very hard every day to get out of bed because of pain. I plain on doing a self portrait but I am looking for inspiration other than my pain. So I look to you guys.
Like I said you could write draw rant whatever. Just how you feel about yourself. The prize is nothing grand but its from me so its a nice thing:) I will draw you a digital picture or your liking. It would be of your charrie or something you just want. I hope that is a good enough prize.
http://firehazardgurl.deviantart.com/gallery/ My art
(( Okay here is some of it my picture will be added later)
In a room full of darkness my soul does hide
In a time of pain my soul seems to slide
It looks like my mind is filled with things that cause no harm
but do you understand that I want to dig into my arm.
With a knife like a bad wife
Or a bitch with a switch?
I am all that I can but I feel that I fall two feet to short
and I drowned in my own mistakes until my last breath seems to keep me awake.
Stay strong
Stay strong
Stay strong
I do not lie awake praying my soul he does take
I pray that my life be blessed and my kids do their best
but int he end I feel like death and pain engulfs me until my mind warps and my thoughts drift
Does he listen to my prayers or me at all?
I am a shell empty at times.
It seems that my poem like to ryrm
but all want is something to take the pain away sometimes
Stay strong
Stay strong
Stay strong
A drug and need to feed to hide to bleed
Mind mind wants something so that it can flee
yet I hold still and hide from those things.
I will not go back to the child I once was
A pipe and bowl and things to get high
Just a bit of bud to take me to the sky
No not that because its not me
Not anymore not since before my kids
Stay strong
Stay strong
Stay strong
I will not be that person I was
No never
Yet the pain eats me alive and twist my mind.
Will my legs work for my the rest of my life will my hands move like they do?
Will I be disabled will i die. Will I be there to see my kids touch the sky?
I Pray and I hope yet at times it seems to much.
Stay strong
Stay strong
Stay strong
Thats all I can do is try and stay strong
but when does it take my will
when will it take my soul
When will just be to much for me to stay stong.