I hope you're happy.
I hope that you're always fighting to be happy.
I hope that every time you fall,
you recover, and you quickly discover that it's
never over.

I hope you smile then you frown.
that when you're climbing, you forget not to look down
I hope you have plenty of food to eat
And people to greet.
but I hope it cuts you deep,
when you lay down at night, alone, to sleep.
I hope to know one day,
that you walk through rooms of people
and you don't know what to say.

I hope that I am the wrinkles in the bedsheets and
the gentle morning rain.
I hope you remember their pain.
for we will not be forgotten with a shrug,
even when you say it's not but dust,
swept under the rug.

I hope you lead a busy life.
one of hope and constant strife.
I don't want you to bleed,
I just want you to know need.
I hope you work hard to gather what you've got
but that what you're searching for stays
forever in your blind spot.

I want to know that you have wept.
that for weeks you haven't slept.
I want you to see other people full of glee
yet you can't understand why they don't lend a hand.
I know you love, and that you lie.
but I hope that you learn what it is to see a loved one die.

I was going to walk with you,
talk with you.
I was going to go with you to your car
then part ways and catch the bus.
but then you uttered those words,
"It's Fine".
all the fires of the burning hells
surrounded my heart and I could not
get away fast enough.
so I ran, tripping over limbs,  
down that hall.
I needed to scream so I burst through the double doors,
and someone was there.
so I waited.
I walked to the bus stop
and there was a couple other people there
going the same direction I planned to go.
so I waited.
I got on the bus and rode it to work, and there,
I waited.
after work I walked to the diner
which I had to visit as I hadn't been able to
Stomach
anything all day.
and I waited.
I then walked back to the bus stop
to catch the next box that could take me home.
so I sat in the cold,
and I waited.
I walked home, alone in the rain,
and I waited.
I walked up the stairs to my room,
and I waited.
I sat on my bed,
and I waited.
the rain dripped slowly from my face to the floor,
it was then that I realized that I was filthy.
so I went to get a bath
but the bath too was in need of scrubbing.
so I scrubbed it,
and I waited.
it was then that you told me
that it was because I didn't trust you.
suddenly, I didn't need to scream all that much anymore.
so I turned on the tap.
and I waited.