There's these things inside my head,
they control me
They tell me what's right from wrong,
but it always ends up bad
I've tried to get rid of them,
but I just can't do it
I feel so weak,
I am alone.

I know how it feels to be disowned,
and feel like you are a disappoint to the family you belong in,
It really hurts when you felt that way,
But I am here for you

Always remember that,
I can be your friend,
we could be the best of friends
just learn how to trust

Everything will be okay
don't be afraid to reach out,
I will never judge you
Just be yourself.

Treasure the people who love you
and accept you for who you are
Changing yourself to fit into someone
else's life is never a good idea,
People should love you for who you are,
not who they want you to be
And learn how to forgive
everyday is a new blessing.

Why do people always make issues that are not really true? its so annoying

I want to know you
I want to be your friend,
you asked me why
because you're different
I know I can trust you

I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.

I  write because I want to shout

And yet I cannot speak

I want to tell some things in me

But I feel I am weak



I write because I want to open

To make all things so clear

I do not know if one will find

The same sounds that I hear



I write because I want to share

The gift that now I keep

To some it maybe ordinary

But  to others it  could be steep



I want to write, I want to shout

I want to open and share

I want to reveal, I want to help

To show that I love and care…

The best love of all?
Is when you both
Found it at your worst.
Because,
Through all the flaws we see
*The beautiful truth.

We haven't been sharing,
Every step we made was lurking
in our shadows that we cast
and all the barricades we built
I want you to see that I am here
For three years now, I have proven
that I am a friend,
I could be trusted
I will stick with you til the end
But when will our end come?
I hope it never will
Joanne,
with you I have laughed,
I have shared secrets
and ***** memories
but all of them are treasured
weak or strong,
real or not,
I am here.