It  seriously concern me that I've only connected with one person for the last eleven years, and the rest just want to F#*$ me.

So you're name is ____

So, you're name is ____
So, have you already cried today?
Yes
Have you already thought about all (I mean all, ____ )
of the people who have left you, today?
Yes
Have you thought about just giving up at least enough times to have lost count, before even noon?
Yes
Have you gotten the mail?
Cleaned the mirror?
Picked up the trash?
Done the Laundry?
Showered?
Taken out the dog?
Fed yourself?
And made coffee?
Yes
All while contemplating a complete mental breakdown?
And still loving him?
Yes.

I use to be the good witch of the west. Now I'm just one of the flying monkeys.

Tell them with your actions that you accept them
Tell them with their words that you don't judge them
No matter how many rolls of fat extrude their pants
No matter how many times you have to say it over and over
No mater how many things they know or don't know
No mater how they're dressed
What language they speak
Or don't speak
Tell them you know what they need
Even if you don't
Take the time
When you don't have it
Even if you do have it
Don't judge them if they see right through you
Treat them like anyone else
Even if they have a hole in their throat
A claw for an arm
A wheel chair for legs
A shake for a move of the hands
DO NO JUDGE
DO NOT STARE
Treat them like you know what you're doing
Because they think,
Like we all think
They know what they're doing
Because even if you don't have to be they way they are
Know that someday you could
And if you have been
Where they are
DON'T JUDGE
Because that was you once