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Starting something, thinking you'll know how it will end
But it goes a completely different route instead.
You re-analyzed it, yeah you got it for sure
Oh how naive, you think you have a choice.
The end is already planned, there's nothing you could do
You just have to sit and wait till the ending comes to you.
You can make time pass by faster, well try to at that
It can't change anything and that's a fact.
The ending's planned out and done, there's no going back.
It just fate even if it seems wack
You're really ******* but you'll just have to mend.
"This is not how I wanted the book to end."
My feelings being let out after I finished reading The Lucky One. No one toils with a girls emotions more than Nicholas Sparks does.
It started out looking good
cause we both saw the sparks.
We were inseparable.
You stole my heart.
I stole yours too,
I was in love with you.

And I still am
but your feelings have changed.
Maybe to you it was just a fun game.
You played with my heart
when you loved someone else.
Now I am eternally scarred
and seeing you doesn't help.
It makes my wound open
right after it's closed.
Are you oblivious to my hurt,
or is your heart just cold.
You make me feel unwanted
I don't know what to do.
I hate how I can't
stop loving you.
And day after day, it is always the same.
I forgive you again, and again, and again.
When you have no one else, we are buddy buddy.
You laugh at my jokes and tell me I'm funny.
When you're with another friend
it's like I don't exist.
I keep drowning deeper,
I feel so helpless.
You make me feel unwanted
and I feel so alone.
You're the reason I crawl into a corner
and cry at home.
Yet I can't help myself,
I keep going back .
As soon as I feel happy,
you decide to attack.
I wish I would learn my lesson,
wish I could just forget.
I wish you didn't make me
do things I regret.
I hate feeling unwanted
I'm so self-conscious now.
I don't know when someone wants me around.
This feeling of being unwanted
it has become too real.
It has become so normal
I wish I didn't know how to feel.
There's this stigma that being mentally ill isn't equivalent to being physically ill.
And I just wonder how can that be, because they both seem like a sickness to me.
Who taught you that a chemical imbalance in the brain is the medical way to say that you're insane?
Who taught you that being too tired to will yourself out of bed is only  because you're lazy?
Who taught you that having mixed emotions essentially means you're crazy.
Who taught you that starving yourself because you think you look fat is seeking for attention.
Who taught you that you're exaggerating if you say you have depression.
Who made you so blind that you couldn't see all the struggling people around you.
Simply because mental illness isn’t as easy to spot as something like the flu.

Because you can't see it and because you can't catch it, it doesn't mean that it's not there.
I mean you can't see or touch it but would you say there's no such thing as air?
You can't see it or touch it but would you say there isn't wind.
And if you are a believer you can't see God or touch him but you still believe he exists.
So then why do you need evidence and proof to think that mental illnesses are real issues.
Why do you think it's people over exaggerating, what if it happened to you.

Mental illness is so common but it's treated as if it’s some rare disease.
It’s in your friend groups, your household, your school, all around but unseen.
A major problem for the LGBTQ plus.
Yet people always question why they’re making such a fuss.

When you are bullied and assaulted for who you love and how you dress, it’s no wonder this leads to unmanageable stress.

Why do you have to have a bad cold or a stomach bug to be sick enough to skip school?
What if waking up in the morning takes all the energy out of you?

But no, cause it can't be seen, it's not a valid excuse.
But oh, when it leads to death then you wonder how you never knew,
how you could tell or why they never even tried to come to you for help.
And some even say it was a dumb thing to do because there were people willing to help all around you.

But it's not that easy to know when you can reach out and not be treated like a freak.
You just can't tell these days when your mental health issue will be treated seriously.
And that's because we talk about these afflictions like jokes in our lives every day.
We use them so casually, we don't realize the full impact of what we say.

When you jokingly say, "**** me now," because you're a little stressed
And when you jokingly say that you're so depressed you just want to go home and cut.
Someone around you might be thinking the same thing except they're serious.
When you tell your buds to toughen up because men don't cry,
They have no one to reach out when everything is going wrong in their lives.

They put on a mask to live their life,
They pretended to be happy to hide their strife.
Putting on a smile to cover their tears.
Making jokes to hide their true fears.

Just because my physical body seems to be working fine,
doesn't mean that I feel okay in my mind.
Because you can't see where I'm hurting or where the pain is,
doesn't always mean that I'm fine.
And even though you might not see it, mental illness is still there.
And it should be treated that way or the stigma that it's not real will always be here.
Hair that flows smoother than long grass in the wind.
It's that beautiful golden brown that food turns to when it's cooked to perfection.
A face that makes all people turn around to admire.
If she were alive back then, Charles Darwin, creator of the theory of evolution would have thrown out his theory because no ape could evolve into someone as perfect as her.
Her eyes, such a special shade of blue.
Unlike any other, there should crayon colour for her blue.
She is the definition of stunning, for one look and your mind shuts down.
Her beautiful eyes, you could stare at them forever.
One little quick smile could make any day better.
A smile that warms your heart, eyes that sparkle in the night.
The greatest writers would struggle to explain her immense beauty.
No proper words to sum her up no matter how large their vocabulary.
A face that's unforgettable, a heart with so much love.
A girl that you can't forget, no matter how far apart.
And this may sound like a love poem, well I guess you can say it is.
But it's the type of undying love you feel for a friend.
One who doesn't know her, worth or her beauty, if only she could see through my eyes
Then she would know about her beautiful smile.
One that brightens up your day, and shines brighter than the sub ever can.
Eyes that glisten and make you feel more lovely than walking barefoot in the sand.

She doesn't know of her beauty, but I promise you it's there.
But one say she'll know it, yeah one day she'll see it,
I'm sure of it, I swear.
Why do we cry?
Do we cry when we hide?
To empty out our mind?
To hide something hurting inside?
Do we cry to show a part of us died?

Why do we cry?
Is it to say we are sad?
Or possibly mad?

Why do we cry?
To say that we are happy?
Does it make us more sappy?
Does it show those outside, what we are feeling inside?
Is it to tell a story, show our needs?
Is it to show someone we are truly sorry?

We cry and cry
Cry throughout our whole life?
We cry and cry though it brings us strife?
Does it do all the things you want it to?
Does crying really help you?

I have no idea for I am no physician.
I have no theory to reach a decision.
I shall wonder and wonder as I cry and cry.
Is it helping me or am I wasting my time?
Is it a helpless reaction?
If so what's the cure?
I guess I'll never know for sure.

So I'll just keeping wondering.
I shall continue to cry.
Why do we cry?
I'll never know why.
Maybe I'll find it out before I die.
The reason why we always cry.

— The End —