Everyone falls down
But it's their choice
To go without a sound
Or have heard their voice

As friends it's our choice
To listen and help them
So we can later rejoice
That we saved a friend

But there are some
Who fall too far into the brink
To darkness they succumb
And we can't do anything

**but watch

If someone asked me,
What's the best part
About falling in love?

I'd say to them
It's the part when
Someone catches you

Cracked and broken,
Pieces scattered,
From a dream awoken,
To being shattered,
Broken from what I lack,
I can feel every crack.

Each piece has a story,
Of life, in of itself,
Some times of glory,
Others of poor health,
All these memories on my back,
It's no wonder I crack.

So instead I pull together,
And fill in what's missing,
With gold and put pressure,
Until all the cracks glisten,
Now I stand up, broken,
But within gold is woven.

It's easy to forget
That there's good in the world
When all we're shown is the problems

It's easy to realize
There's evil in the world
When we're taught only to fight it

It's easy to ignore
That enemies are people too
When we paint them as monsters

It's easy to pretend
Like what we're doing is good
When we think we're always right

It's hard to remember
That to bring people together
You need to learn to love them

It's easy to ask
What's wrong with people
When I'm not asking myself that

It's easy to bully
And put them down
When I am afraid of getting hurt

It's easy to blame home
And say it's my family's fault
When I'm not there to be loved

It's easy to punch
And say they deserved it
When I'm the one that deserves it

It's easy to not listen
And say they don't know
When really I'm the one lost

It's hard to stop
Lashing out at people
When people look at me

*like I'm a monster

I begin to write in a diary
My life in of itself
My day to day series
Of what I think of myself

One day the page is bleak
I write of no light
Of pain it reeks
A day of complete blight

I look at it after I'm done
My sorrow in black
It makes me want to run
And never look back

But then I go to bed
Before I make an emotional cage
The next day I awake
And turn the page