The matter trust
After what Diana did to me I was sure that I would never trust another living being,
Diana killed mom.
Took Mom from her home.
Slandered me.
Had a hand in Ellen’s death and drank yourself to death out of guilt.,
You’d like to own never know anyone who loved life so much,
When you lose someone like mac or my sister who was by no means perfect and always saw her friends is better and her sister who took care of her mom,
Me. I was just Val I wasn’t good enough to be a friend I think she thought of Diana as a friend and evidently she was dead blind Diana was never a friend to anyone,
When you say you wish you could die a horrible little seed creeps back in my heart,
As long as you’re here on the planet I have someone to love,
Besides my kitties and no one will know ever how they make me feel I have worth,
I think trust goes hand in hand with love,
understanding and a special sort of love,
Sad thing is not a given to everybody a lot of suffering goes into life before you find someone and you enjoy and you’re blessed to be spend a little time with a day mean so much to me,
dedicated to Ruth
Val Whitewolf 