A bubbly baby

A tiny toddler

A cute child

An intolerable teen

An angry adult

The grumpy elderly


To people around the world, no matter your age, have you ever stopped to think about how much you can learn from each different generation?
You might not get a wise piece of advice, but you can see life through a new lens tinted with the color hope, and you can gain experience without even experiencing.

Think about that next time you go to badmouth a parent, disrespect an elder, or even chastise you child.

I'm so tired all the time now
Everyone asks whats wrong,
and I don't even think before I use the automated reply,
"I'm fine"
But am i really fine?
I truly don't know anymore....
I'm to tired to even care about my own well being.
Am I the only one?
I sure feel like it......

That’s what I am
Don’t bother trying to help
I can’t cope with my problems
With or without your help
So please don’t try

He said that he’d miss me
He said that he’d cared

Then he called me profanities
Even after I shared

I’d told him everything
From the thoughts to the cuts to the fights I had

I thought our friendship was true
I thought it could last

But he left me in the dirt
And told me that that’s exactly what I am

The ocean wind whistles in my ear
The most peaceful song you could ever hear

I watch the big waves crash into the shore
One by one they crash some more

The salt of the ocean tastes bittersweet
The taste on my lips forever a memory

The water drops softly on my wet skin
As I feel it, I slowly grin

The sweet smelling sea breeze forever here
I hope to come back every single year

The sun shines bright in the overgrown meadow
and her soul still lingers in the old house's shadow
Old and decrepit the house may be,
but her soul will live forever,
you'll see....

What will I do when it's all gone?
When I never see it all again?
They say not to worry,
"You'll see them again,"
But how true is that when it could all be gone tomorrow?
like the snap of a finger,
It could all be gone,
Everything I

Hope for

Love

Dream of

Aspire to become


But is all that disappearing really a bad thing?

When it all is over,
No one will remember my name,
or know what I did in my lifetime.

No one even cares even though I am alive
They don't care that I cry myself to sleep
every night.
They don't care if Try to not wake up every morning.
They don't care about The scary thoughts that go through my head all the time.

So is it really that bad if it's gone the next morning?