The monsters my parents warned me about when I was younger weren't under my bed or in my closet but in my head

My silence is just another word for my pain

The rain got sad
when they shut themselves
in doors
but he
found a companion
in the little boy
strapped heavily
in books
who made his vocation his consumption
of every puddle

My day is
Ash grey
The night is
to long
These words are all wrong
There's nothing right to say
As I lay down to rest
No dreams come it's for the best...
Daylight comes, boredom to
Why'd I bother to give up to soon?
Could this be a better day

- Hannah

A true friend accepts you as who you are
But also helps you to become who you should be

Is it better to be hated
For what you are
Than to be loved
For what you are not