It's hard to think of those eyes
covered by tears when you cry
It's hard to imagine these stories
of losing a loved piece of family

Big country brown or emerald green, you walk into a room with a smile shining. So happy, and you deserve to be. I can't imagine what would happen if you would show how you're feeling. Your family has a missing piece. It can never be filled and for that I'm sorry, but I'll be your shoulder to cry on when you need.

No matter what it's about. I've known you all my life and I'd love to help you now.

Who do these boys think they are? They're just little kids playing with bigger cars. I don't know what it is about girls with jocks. It's like they go after jerks, and are surprised that all they want is for you to jump on their.. Well... I know you aren't like them, but your track record with boys shows that they're bad boys. But look, it's not your fault. You trusted them and they used it to gain control of your walls. Once they were in they broke your heart. Then they open and close them like floodgates. When they leave, they leave them stronger. Now it's a little to late for you to trust anyone any longer.

The woman you "love" should be on a pedestal. She should be treated like a princess; Celestial. I haven't read your story, and that's true. But if you gave me the book to read, I would love to. Don't let my words sound offensive, when in fact they're meant to be candy. Sweater than a glass of green tea. Just like your personality.

I know the feeling of numbness. But a blade to the wrist or the waste is waste of paint when you could bleed red on a canvas. Now you don't have to a painter. My canvas is empty white notepad with paper. I know you can get through this depression, if not now then later. It's okay to fall down and see the grass on the other side be greener. Please don't quit now when your fall is just a fumble. You can recover. It's okay to feel like you're drowning in a little brown puddle. Even if you feel like you're further under. You just need a little help, that's all. Not some pills just a nice person to say, "Hello." Well, here's my hand, and I'll turn your sad blue to a nice bright yellow. Don't you see it? I've just wrote you a rainbow in one verse. Your canvas can be anything or anyone. Show your emotions while you're young. You can draw pictures, you can write songs. You can make music, or play it loud until dawn. Punk all day and country all night is what I do. You can join me if you want, but no matter what I support you.

I care about you, I truly do. Please don't let my fowl language, my bad humor and words distract you. So get your hair all soft and frizzy, be your own style. And I'll be here for you, with or without that wonderful smile.