I've always been the strong one. When everything goes wrong, I'm always the one that tries to make everyone feel better. No matter what the situation is. I've always been this way. Never let anyone see me cry. They will think I'm weak. I have to be strong. Even as a child. Growing up the way I did was hard. So hard. But I handled it. I stayed strong. Like I always do. Ive always bottled the emotions. Wait until no one is around to let them out.  It's as if my catch frase is "I'm okay." And I always say that because I know that no matter how I feel at the moment, I will be okay. I don't have any other options.  I have to be okay. I always have to be okay. I can't be weak. I can't be fragile. I can't be afraid.  I have to be strong. No matter what. This is how I've lived my entire life. But now... After this... I can't do it anymore. I just cant. I tried so hard to stay strong. But I couldn't fight back the tears. So I ran to be alone. I couldn't let them see what they've done to me. Run. Cry. Even if only for a minute. Then put on the strong face again. Because I can handle anything, right? At least thats what I thought.... It's been days now. I can't keep hiding these feelings. I feel like I'm bursting at the seams. So I wait until everyone is asleep, and take a shower. No one can hear me cry or see my tears under the water.  I don't know what else to do. Im trying so hard to be okay but, I'm just... Not. I'm terrified. I'm angry. I'm crushed. I'm falling apart. I'm not okay.

With no hope of reciprocation,
With no desire for appreciation,
I say I love you,
Because it is true,
Because there's no other way to exist,
Because I love you

With a chance of misunderstanding,
With the fear of becoming a burden,
I don't say I love you,
Because love doesn't compel,
Because you're my best friend,
Because I love you

i always liked reading poetry more than writing it
i felt as though my words could not really explain my feelings
for some reason it gave me a sense of calmness reading
and knowing that someone feels the same empty ache in their
chest that i do.

I didn't stop
I continued
I carried through
this long and infinite road

I have no idea where I'm going
I don't care whether it's somewhere
good or bad
I just hope I find a place that I like

but sometimes, I find myself
in the middle of nowhere
and in that middle of nowhere
that's where I find comfort

It doesn't matter where you come from
what matters is where you're going
and I'm not lost at all
I'm just on my way

There he sat, on the porch of his dreams.
Starring out into the abyss as the wind kissed his cheeks.

His face blank, like a naked piece of paper.
Mind most likely debating whether or not to chase her.

It's happened before and it will happen again,
the shadows of loneliness were slowly creeping in.

His thoughts have driven their course, now he waits for the results.
A wait that seems never ending - maybe he should just bounce.