~I believe in you. I believe in God. I believe you can make it, even if you don't know. You are stronger than you realize, and far braver then anyone I have ever met. I love you, even if it's not in the way we use to share. I will always love you, alright? ♥ You are not dying, you are living. I know it may not mean that much to you, but I will always be by your side, even if you cannot see me there. I love you sooo much, and I know you can do this! (; I will never give up believing in you, I will always keep in mind how much you've come through. I am smiling wide as I type these words, you can always make me smile. You make me proud, sunshine.
Be the brave person I use to know~

Be strong,
there is more of you inside then mere sadness,
so get a hold of yourself,you can do it!
I strongly believe that the desteny is something that we choose
so you just have to make it the way you want it to be!

We all wonder in the dark
Trying to see the good
Trying to feel warmth

A small red ember falls to the ground
It glows and it gives of warmth
This is how his revolution started
A small speck in the dark

We fed the ember with praise
And likes that made it grow
People gathered as a fire became

People like his light and his warmth
He grew into a bonfire
Though not low on fuel and praise

Our fire has started to wane
Its not quite as bright
Or as warm
But it still changes our hearts

Andy a poet on here is really sick. Though he still manages to change our lives everyday. He's stronger than anything you'll ever encounter. Andy if you're reading this is means you need to kick cancer's **** because we're here to catch you and revive you so you can win. That's what I want for Christmas. For Andy to survive. When he does I will be first in line to say "Andy you've changed my life and I can't ask for a better savior." ---Lukas---

Blurred images
Hazy edged pictures
Images with burn holes 
Things to see behind
Clouds of lingering sleep
This is the first time in awhile
I've actually felt okay
The world is still moving to fast 
And me too slow
But my mind has a window
So I can see and hear 
Though my throat still 
Struggles for sounds
My hands form letters
That form words
That form phrases
My thoughts on pages 
My feelings on paper 
My soul wrapped into words
That will never be spoken 

These are my own words written by someone else, hope you guys enjoy my first poem in a while, things are actually improving. If im lucky i'll survive -Andy

I don't want much,
nothing really.
I just hope that Andy survives,
a Christmas miracle.

That will be my priority Christmas gift,
but besides that,
all I want is you,
and for you to get better.

I want everyone has a warm house to come home to,
and a happy Christmas morning and day,
with smiles to go all around.

You know the way your hair flips drives me crazy
You have a smile that drives me wild
You've made me laugh even when I can't stop crying
You've held my hand through a dark time

You make my world a better place
You fight the demons of the human race
You make this all a possibility
I just want to thankyou my Andy

I can't word how much this has effected me. I mean you've been here for me and i dont even know how to say what i need to. Thankyou

My hands are too small
I can't catch all of your pain
I wish I could save you from yourself
But I am not strong enough
To beat the darker parts of you
And the lighter parts of you
Are no match for your inner demons
But God I wish I could take your pain
And bear your burdens for you
I promise you though
You are a candle
Candles flicker
But they always flicker back to shining
There's no sense in blowing out a candle
Just because it is flickering
It will be okay.

WHERE ARE YOU?!
STAY!!!
I love you more than anything else.
Don't leave, I need you, we need you.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough,
but hear my plea...
Don't. Leave.
-breaks down and starts to cry-
You mean everything to me...
I love you.
It's not too late to stop,
we'll work things out!
Just don't go!

Another soul gone elsewhere
life taken by their own hand
perhaps a kindness they showed
themselves at last to depart these
erstwhile longing shores.

I won't do his memory disservice
by attempting any sweeping ode
nor pretend that I knew him better
than some few others in my life.

But I will pray for him, though
prayer is not something I often do
nor believe in as a certain substitute
for actual action in the direction of suffering.

Had I known how deep the extant
of said suffering I would have done
more though that is indeed the paradox
that we as humans share: namely, we don't
know anything, really, about the people
we see every single day, unless we ask.

Never again will I not ask how someone is,
never will I turn a blind eye to that shuffling
gait or those hunched shoulders nor will
I ever forget that my own pain never has
been and never will be an excuse to not
be a reasonable human being.

Good-bye and Godspeed Andrew.
Put in a good word for me please
to whoever it is that runs wherever it
is that you have gone. And please know
that it wasn't indifference that kept
me from asking after you, merely ignorance.

I do not know you,
But this is for you,
Look at your friends
Their love is true
They cannot bear to see you cry
As they pray you do not die
As I look around
I see so many you have touched
You are loved beyond what you may know
So please Andy do not go

Andy, you may think that its your time now, and I can understand that.
But, while you may think I've helped you more, than you helped me, that's wrong.

You helped me so much…by  being stronger than me, by remembering me well enough to even tell your friends about me. We've always had.an…odd friendship because of the peculiar and surprising way we met. I frankly don't care.

You're my friend, one of my best friends I might add, and we're going to stick together in this. The only reason I got an account on HP was because Echo wouldn't give me your email, and I had to talk to you.
Love you forever.