And that's the time
I've realized
that you are not
as good as poetry
that you are not
the one for me.
You're not
the one I need.
Because every time
I write
about you,
I bleed.

Dark places,
empty faces,
Dreaming of a neverland,
Finding a common ground
where we can stand,
Cold skin cold as ice,
Before you do that you might
wanna think twice,
Singing dancing and
screaming and crying,
While the cold blooded
liars keep on lying,
Some still begging to stay alive,
While the rich are rich
and spoiledly strive,
Happy are her tears tonight,
But the other will have
her fears To fight..

I close my eyes,
I see a face,
They smile
a bright smile,
That lightens up my day.
Without this smile
My life feels,
Incomplete.
I need your smile,
In my life
Forever.

I read a quote somewhere that said,
"I don't know how many times I have survived myself, without telling anyone else."

And I felt those words shoot through every nerve in my body. I felt them so deeply.

And I wonder how many of us feel the same way.

How many nights we fought off the suicidal thoughts, the urge to cut, the urge to purge, the urge to run or to hide out, alone, too afraid to worry or bother our friends and family.

How many days and nights have we all suffered in our own darkness alone?

People like us fight a battle no one can ever fathom because it's a battle no one can see. And we don't let them.

I've fought myself and survived myself alone so many nights.

There were nights I use to lose my own battle. But some how still came out alive.

I guess that's how we keep going. Because every time we give up we come out stronger.

You fight yourself and beat yourself up for so long that eventually you become a master of surviving a war.

We're warriors.

"I don't know how many times I've survived myself, without telling anyone else."

Tonight, I'm telling all of you.

I survived myself.

And if you're still here and you're reading this, you survived yourself too.

It's not easy but you did it.

And I'm so proud of you all.