It was I who was there when you needed someone.
It was I who always hug you when you needed one.
It was I who knows your flaws but still accepted you completely.
It was I who cares for you and loves you fully.
But why her?

Then I realized, I'm just a ghost that no one will ever notice.

You died,
and a year has passed

I don't know how to explain
how much I miss you
without being stabbed
by needles in my throat
sometimes I wonder
if the pain from losing you
is drawing me closer to you
but I pray it isn't time yet

You died,
and a year has passed

And every time I write those words,
it hurts me inside
because I can't believe them;
it can't be about you,
you're here

You died,
and a year has passed

I loved and I lost,
and I will continue to love
with your memory inside me
with every person I meet

I died,
And a year has passed.

A sudden epiphany and I wake up,
To the sad symphony of getting lost.
I Break the chains ,
And take a leap of faith,
Feel the wind and spread my wings,
Cast a shadow large,
Over Clouds below me.
Up above the storm,
I fly up high to take a dive,
A dive, deep in the ocean wide
Of my selfish dreams and narrow mind.
A hurricane of wildness brews around me,
Malicious instincts take over me,
Turn me into an entity unknown,
Signs of which were rarely shown,
Hidden until now in the depths of my heart,
It hunts me down, has an head start.
A stroke of sorrow and it breaches outside,
The shell now broken it eats me up inside,
I try to run, darkness surrounds me slowly,
The clouds of shame mask my glory.
The wolf of past stalks from the shadows,
While I take a leap in the future gallows.
The claws of them hesitant mind grab me,
I struggle to get out,
I scream my heart loud.
Drenched in my spirit blood,
I reek of fear,
Fear, not of death but a future unsure.
                                  -The ******

I don't need someone to tell me who I am.
I already know myself enough to tell myself who I am.
I don't need someone to point out my flaws and inadequacies.
They were created by lessons learned.
Nobody can tell me who I am because they're not me.
They haven't walked in my shoes...
Nor have they experienced life the way I live it.
Only one person can tell me who I am---me.

When the sun sets
You tuck me in
Telling me stories
of the stars
I gaze in awe
At the night light before me
Feeling safe from the dark
Caressing me softly
With a light gentle breeze
Able to calm me down
You make me feel at ease
When I awake from my slumber
You greet me with a warm smile
You give me fruit from your trees
When I complain about the heat
You shade me
But years go by and things start to change
It happens to all who reach this age
When I “your child” flourish
I take her gifts for granted
Taking too much from her
Stripping her of what makes her great
She cries many tears
Asking why?
I just stand there
letting her waste away
As time passes by

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."