"Sometimes Heading Home is the hardest thing anyone will ever have to do"
These words aren't wrong, Almost everyday for the past week
All I have ever wanted to do was spend time away from home.
I joke that it is like, "World War 3 at home, and I'm the neutral in the Crossfire."
But it's nothing to joke about in all honesty.
It hurts, to hear the people you love arguing over things such as money, and bills.
And knowing that there is nothing you can do to help.

How does one live at home, When threats of leaving and divorce are so casually thrown across the dinner table, that you can't help but to try and slide down in your seat to become invisible.
You sit and listen to these things and wonder, 'Will that ever be me someday? Will I ever get married and act like this?'

I wish I could answer that question for myself...But no one can see that far ahead into their future.
I personally don't think I want to.

So I sit and wait.
I wait out the yelling.
The threats.
The Silence across the table.
The cold bitter, "Good Nights" that follow.
And even the Insults that come after the argument.

I wait.
And Wait.
And keep Waiting.
Until it's safe for this turtle to poke out her head, only after she has made sure the Crows have gone, and slowly start walking once more to where ever it was she was originally going before the crows came and began their fight.
I wait.
And listen to the sound of my heart, breaking ever more.

I wait until the day it finally shatters.

Why pick a simple flower, When a Rose stares you in the face?
Why seek out the Buttercups, When a Rose sits pretty next to it?
Why bother to pick a Daisy, When you can pick a Rose instead?
It is because of these Roses being picked, that other flowers may grow in their place.
They will thrive and life for days (or even months) more, while that Rose withers and dies, only to be thrown away, and for another to be its replacement.
To be a Rose, May seem nice. But to be a Rose. Means that you will just as soon be admired, as you will be thrown out for another.

Don't try to be a Rose.
Don't try to be the Prettiest ******* the block, or the Coolest Boy in school.  
Chances are?
 When you are the Prettiest or the
                Coolest                
You'll be the Prettiest and the Coolest Alone
 Flowers Grow Together,
 Don't Bloom Alone.

Why?*
Perhaps the most often asked question out there
Why?
When it's asked we simply draw a blank look, questioning the reason for the word to be said, or simply wondering as to what is the speaker asking about.
"Why?"
We look around, thinking to ourselves, 'Is this really happening?' hoping the question will quit being asked.
'Why'
Why is it. That when an innocent child asks this question, as their parents lay dead nearby after a fatal accident...all we can do is look on
And:

Instead of answering the child.
We lie.
Instead of telling the real reason.
We weave a false tale.
But still the question shall remain.

"Why did they die?"

"Why won't you be with me?", a girl asked.
"Because it is not in my destiny.", replied a boy
"What do you mean, that is is not in your destiny, to be with me?", retorted the girl, angrily.
"It is not in my Destiny, because I am not the one that is right for you.",The boy calmly replied.
"But I...But I love you!", Cried the girl.
"Angel From Above, There is someone out there that is perfect for you, sadly that one is not me."
"But..If you go...I'll...I'll die without you!"
"Angel, Do you see that moon, up there in the sky?"
"Y-yes?"
"That moon, everyday the sun leaves the moon to sit all alone up there in the sky. But yet...up there, every night. It does not die.If I where to leave you, you most certainly wouldn't die."
"But I love you, or is what we had...Or was it all a lie!?"
" It was not a lie. However, Just because I am not THE one for you, Doesn't mean that you should ever forget, That I was your FIRST one."