How can someone feel so alone
In a room full of people who love them
After being so happy
But only for just a second
And then to be helplessly falling
into an ever darkening hole
How?
To go through hell
To know others have been there too
To see constantly the impression of those who didn’t make it
The ones who couldn’t see so didn’t believe
But to know that your not the soul survivor
Yet still through the  torment and hope
The love and pain
The knowledge of knowing it’s worth it
The unwavering loyalty of love and  faith
How do I feel forgotten?

To sacrifice for others.
Shows more than selflessness.
More than pain.
But always.
Through crushed spirits .
And the emptiness of our souls.
Sacrifice is love ...

Its your favorite color
From the last I had know

But in our separation
My heart has grown cold

Your favorite color is purple
And now I see it in a new light

Saying the word over and over gives a new perspective
And I can see even the name is a description of its beauty.

Purple is royal
it is the feeling of love when its warm;
loneliness when its cool

Purple is the color of a heart
when sacrifice has been made

Purple is how I remember you

Purple is how I express my love

Purple is what I show others when they will never know the memories of you.

Your favorite color was purple.

She's been given a path that is all but manageable
This is given with a smile and a suffocating responsibility

She does her best,
To Give,
To Listen,
To Be Who They Expect.

But what if its not enough
What will happen if she chooses the illicit path

Do the rewards out way the losses?

Will the love being sought after come from enduring hardship
Or rather through adversity?

She must be absent from her mind,
To even question the 'life' GIVEN to her.

How ungrateful she must be to question this broken and distorted guidance.

My guardians are not as wise as I was made to believe.

So how do I function with the apprehension of my selfish actions.

I can not stay true to myself for the fear of hurting others.

But I can not keep living with the disquiet in my heart.

I'm the happiest me when around you.
But somehow loving you is like getting lost on the moon.
I am not sure how or if its even possible.