Sometimes-
I wish you would look behind my eyes,
And listen to me when I'm silent.
I wish you would pick through my thoughts-
And automatically know how I feel.
I wish you could see the view I have of the world-
That I cannot explain out loud.
God, I wish you could see what I think,
When I'm silent.

Sometimes when I feel sad
I go outside-
And I look at the stars.
I can always trust in them,
For they will always be there
Day and night.
The billions of diamonds in the sky.
As I lie on the ground and hear what they have to say,
They tell me beautiful and heroic stories,
And sometimes if I listen to them long enough,
I forget why I'm sad,
And tell myself to be brave
Like the stars.

Will today be the day?
When I try to be better,
Do better?
When I become who I always was
The person I am supposed to be,
And not an empty shell?

I can remember,
How good it felt-
To be the old me.
How I wish I could go back,
Will today be the day?
The day I change?

It's funny,
Isn't it?
How life can be so cruel,
Yet so giving.
But you choose how to spend your time.
The things you want to happen,
The little things you get excited for,
That will make you happy,
They will seem to take a long time,
Very slow.
And you don't like to wait.
You will learn to stop getting excited for things,
And they will begin to come and go,
Quicker than ever.
You will realize that by giving up this wait,
The wait for excitement or happiness,
You are seeing your life flash before your eyes.
But you don't care anymore,
Because it's too late.

The sun bore onto my back
As I walked the street alone.
It burned.
It really did.
But I needed it.
I had taken this walk away from happiness.
And I was beginning to die inside,
But the burning on my skin,
Kept me feeling alive.

We are wild.
We are free.
We grow together in disarray.
Never knowing right and wrong,
Going in our own directions.
Sometimes we get cut down,
And put back into a controlled state.
Sometimes we flourish in the sunshine,
Uncontrolled and successful.
We encounter both paths.
But we find our ways to ourselves.
We are all part of a wild rose garden,
We are humans.

And then in the end,
She collapsed into herself.
And she cried.
She cried like there was nothing left.
Because there wasn't.
She was alone.
Or so she thought.
Because when she closed her eyes,
She was surprised by what she saw.
Everyone she had ever lost was right there.
They grasped her tight in an embrace.
She realized then
That even when she felt alone,
The memories of the ones she loved,
Would stay by her side forever.
And she would never be alone.