Monday, August 15, 2011

Tenth Post

I've been on the run. My mother tried to have me put back in the hospital. I am not going back there. They'll make my children stop screaming to me and I won't stop listening to them, I won't! I still haven't been able to find out what the faceless mask is though. I just know that they want me to.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Ninth Post

When is a face not a face? When it's a mask. When is a mask not a mask? When it's a face. The two aren't the same. They aren't.

They scream quieter when I try to think about a faceless mask. They want me to do something, but how can I know what if they won't tell me. 

Lullaby, and good night,
You're your mother's delight,
Shining angels beside
My darling abide.

If I find out what they want will that make them stop screaming?

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Eighth Post

I failed. Again I failed. I hear them crying all the time. Mommy Mommy please make it better. So I went after her because it's all her fault once she pays the price they won't cry and they won't hurt anymore. But I failed and they are screaming in so much pain and they are telling me Mommy look harder Mommy you're looking in the wrong place. There should have been fire, so much fire, but I did it wrong, I don't know what I did wrong.

People have faces. The pictures had no face, but people have faces. Maybe it was a mask. But why did he use a mask with no face? And how did my children know that he was stalking their godmother? And if they knew he was bad, why didn't they scream when he came to take them?

Why can't I make them stop crying?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Seventh Post

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Sixth Post

I told her. I told her what she deserves and I told her what she will get for what she did to my children and she hung up on me, the bitch hung up on me after what she did she had the nerve to hang up on me she should have listened why doesn't she hate herself as much as I do she said she loved them if she loved them then she hate herself for what she did to them.

Sometimes I hear my children whispering to me. They're crying and I sing to them hush little baby don't say a word but they keep crying and I know that they won't stop crying until everyone responsible for hurting them has aid. Its funny though. The only time I hear them crying is when I dream about a man with no face. Just like their pictures.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Fifth Post

Well, back to this. I just spent 2 weeks in the hospital. And not the regular hospital.

My mother did it. She called the doctors and told them I had stopped eating. And so they came and took me away. Pumped me full of drugs. Drugs that make you stop feeling. I told the doctors I would keep taking them after I left the hospital, that I felt so much better while on them. It was partially true. I do feel better with the drugs. It doesn't hurt.  And that just can't happen. If I stop hurting then I'll forget about them. The doctors told me I need to stop blaming myself and that if I'm not ready to move on, I at least need to place blame properly. That part I can agree with.

I used to have a best friend.  She stopped taking my phone calls even before my babies were killed. The kids loved her so much. I used to tell her that she was almost as much of a mother to them as I was. And then she abandoned us. Didn't even give a reason. But then later, we found out the reason. And then my babies were murdered. That fucker murdered my babies because of her.They drew those pictures, said it was her and the man. She knew he was hunting her and didn't go to police. She brought him into their lives.

She needs to pay.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Fourth Post

Why do I even bother looking at this? Who cares what the damn doctor thinks, it's not helping. There is nothing that can possibly help. The bastard that killed my babies is dead and that doesn't help. The woman who led him to them stays away from me and that doesn't help. Their waste of a father doesn't bother me anymore and that doesn't help.

I'm running out of reasons to keep going. Sometimes all I can do is sit and stare at those pictures they drew. They called him the man. It's odd. He doesn't look like the man who killed them. The man in the pictures was bald.

I asked them once why the man in their pictures didn't have a face. They said cause he doesn't have one Mommy. And they laughed like they were telling me a joke. But then when I asked why he had arms like a spider's legs they didn't laugh. They just cried and curled up in my lap.

Is it my fault for not taking the pictures more seriously?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Third Post

Sometimes I feel like if I just sleep more, I'll wake up. Sounds fucked up right? But I've had so many dreams where they were alive, that this was all just the most horrible nightmare my brain had ever cooked up. After all, every mother is terrified of something happening to her children, right?

I don't want this life. I want the dreams, where my babies are still alive, no one has ever hurt them. Because this can't be real, they can't be gone. They are so beautiful, so perfect, so vibrant how can they not be alive?  Dead? Not my babies! Not my little loves, my brats, my rugrats, my angels, minemineminemmine

They never let me see the bodies. Said it was too horrible for me to see. Would it have helped? Can anything help?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Second Post

It's Father's Day. Jamie was never interested in Father's Day. He paid child support because the courts made him do it, but he had no interest in his own kids. When he showed up at the funeral, I thought that maybe losing them had made him realize what he had lost. Instead he told me that he was going to file with the court to not have to send a check anymore since they were dead.

I never cared about his god damn money. The only reason I took him to court to begin with was because  I couldn't afford to to take care of both of them on a cashier's paycheck. He thought that when he was done with me, he could be done with the kids too. And now he gets his wish.

They pulled me off of him before I could really hurt him. Only a few scratches on his face when I was trying to go for his eyes. 

Friday, June 17, 2011

First Post

I'm not quite sure what I'm doing here. My doctor wants me to keep a diary. She says that she doesn't have to see but that I need "an outlet".  I've never been fond of the idea of sitting down and writing in a book, so I thought I would try this since I can type faster then I can write. It fulfills what she asked me to do and doesn't require me spending more then 10 minutes at a time doing it. And its not as if anyone is going to read this. So I can just say whatever I want and no one will ever know the difference. That's if I can think of anything to say.

Oh God I miss them. So very much.