I wrote this a few months ago. It’s really sad you know. It’s really sad that I feel I need to be in danger to see who cares. To have it shown to my face who is really there for me and will stay by my side. I sit here in this car wondering who I would call first if I got in an accident. I feel guilty because the person I would call isn't my parents. Shouldn’t I alert them first, my family. But then I think there are others who are important to me, and I need and want them to

[ Ex · hale ] , to breathe out, or to relax You exhale when you feel relieved, after finally putting something in the past. You exhale when you finally feel free from this jail This jail you have locked yourself in for years Years of isolation, years of misunderstanding both by the public but mostly by yourself I have finally found the courage to get up and get the key. The key that has been at arms reach all this time Time showed me the courage, people showed me what courage

Flower said [ Flow-er] “The finest individual out of a number of people or things.” Flowers bloom, humans grow. Sometimes it’s nice not to be alone We don’t all realize that the most beautiful flowers are the ones that stand tall when solely The beauty they hold is within their petals, their composure, not their companionship The grace they embody, the strength they’ve gained is what makes them special it’s what makes me a flowe

I use mirrors to look at myself,  As does everyone else. But mine doesn't just show me my reflection It shows me the direction The direction I wish to take and the one I should  Now if only I could, make the decision Ease my mind, ease my heart, ease my pain Nothing will ever be the same   I love so hard, care so much, some might even say too much Now that doesn’t bother me until it is used against me, A weapon I am lost, I don’t know what to do, I know who I am, what I am. B

People don’t get the chance to wake up every day. They take advantage of the sun shining through the curtains, the fresh cold air after it rains. You wake up feeling a certain type of way and decide to carry that with you throughout the day. Projecting all that anger, fear, onto the people you love. You get used to that heavy weight on your shoulders; you stop questioning whether it should be there. That weight becomes a safety net, a layer of protection. Or so you think. You