I feel like happiness is combusting inside my heart,
burning from the inside out.
It's not painful, I don't need to extinguish these flames, I like them.
They are comforting.
I want to share my combusting heart with the world,
with all those who have been left charred from their combustion.
For those who are full of ashes, smoke and debris,
I want to share my flames of happiness.
It feels wrong to feel so great when others can not re light their hearts.
But I can't help it.
I am so happy,
the happiness you have given me is combusting,
combusting inside my heart.

You are the numbers and I am the words.
I was never any good at mathematics,
You could never find a story.

You made us equal equations,
I made us a plot line.

Numbers are what keep us apart- roughly 194
Words are what divide us- road names and suburbs.

But numbers and words thread us closer
Your numbers and my words,
Our numbers and our words
May 3, July 13, 2015
forever, always, stay, sun, moon

So numbers and words are all that we can have until we grow up,
which neither of us want to do,
we will grow old, but we will never grow up.
And then and until then we have these numbers and words
13, I love you,<3, forever, 18, always, 12.00am, eternal

You are my numbers, can I be your words?

I know it's hard, but I wish you could admit it.
I did. You should.
I wish for you to live your life how you should,
but to do that, you need to admit to your problems,
otherwise we can not help.
I know what you have, I can see it, I have been there before.

I have been there, at the deepest spot, and now, looking down I can see you there,
frantically trying to piece things together, knowing you don't have a real "self",
knowing that you are only ever what your OCD makes you
But I knew something which you do not, I knew I had it
And I asked for help

I wish for you that you will listen
I don't know how it must feel for you,
to be the woman that once was looked up to hear her own daughter
tell her that she is depressed,
but please, I wish for you to once again be the one I look up to, by admitting your problem
Of course, I would look up to you, I would not lose any respect.

I wish for you to live your life without this
I could barely survive sixteen years with this, yet you have  survived forty-seven.
I wish you won't have to be upset when your own husband tells you.
I wish you knew we are trying to help.
You say that all your relationships are falling apart, but I know that it is not you speaking.
I wish you could see. Please.