It's like there's a wall
between all who try to help me
and my broken self.
And each time they get closer
my wall gets thicker.

Will I ever be okay?

It becomes very hard to make decisions
when everything and everyone tells me
its not right.
But my heart just wont give up.

It has rained for the past few days. The clouds have hung low and water darkened my world. The cold seeped through my coats and the wind constantly attacked.

But today I saw the sun. The ground is drying up and the water is fading. The cold doesn't hurt as much and the wind is much softer.

As much as I love the rain, I feel like this is a new beginning for me. One where I get to see the light everyday. One where I am thankful to be alive.

I can't help but feel like
a little fish
in an enormous ocean
whenever I see you.

I've never felt so alone.

I don't know why I run after people
who will never run after me.

I can finally chase after my own dreams
without you plaguing me with doubt.

My favorite days
are the ones where
the sky is gray and
the clouds are dark and low.
Where the wind blows cold
and allows us to feel.
Where the rain pours upon us
and washes away our past.
My favorite days
are the messiest.
The ones that match my heart.