Evermore-Willow

I am sorry for not being stronger. I am sorry for not being louder. I am sorry for not being able to confront those closest to me. I am sorry for the ones I love but don't speak up for. I am sorry I am not perfect. I am sorry I mess up. I am sorry I am an overly emotional child. I am sorry my heart breaks so easily. I am sorry I am not proud. I am sorry I am shy. I am sorry I am easily hurt. I am sorry I can't seem to do anything right. I am sorry I speak before I think. I am sorry I act before I think. I am sorry I follow my heart more than my mind. I am sorry that I am overly emotional. I am sorry for hurting you. I am sorr

I wish I could just climb out my window and sit on the roof. Just so I can see the stars at night when I can't sleep. I would do my best not to make a peep. Thats what the night does to me. Seeing the stars in the velvet sky, it sets me free. I wish I could just climb out my window and sit on the roof. All of my anxieties would be gone with the touch of the crisp cool wind. All of my problems, the stars would mend. I could learn wisdom from the owls. Who reside in barn gallows. I wish I could just climb out my window and sit on the roof. Watch the bats fly by, with out a care. And shiver as the wind hits my arms that are bare

Somedays I'm fine Other days I'm a complete RECK It's natural they say You are supposed to go through the 5 stages of grief     But I've only gone through 4 1.Deniel and Isolation -"He's dead? What? No, this must just all be a really bad dream..He was always careful when riding his motorcycle...this is just a really bad dream...thats all." 2.Anger [I think I skipped this on completely, since all I could do was bawl] 3.Bargening -"Maybe if I had texted him that day..maybe if I had said I was sorry for all the things I said...maybe if he remembered there was someone who still loved him and cared about him.." 4.Depression [this

Last night... I lost someone. We went to school together. We were close friends. Now he is gone... Apart of me is angry at him...I always told him motorcycles were dangerous, even though i like them... I wish I could hear his laugh again. I wish I still had time to fix our friendship... Isn't it funny how life can come and go so quickly... I can still see his little cooked smile. I find peace in knowing he is walking with God, talking about motorcycles, and reptiles. Rest in peace my detest friend.

 Looking out my window- By Joanna Mitchell Looking out my window watching the raindrops hit the glass Should have known my decision was rash I thought I loved you I thought I was in love with you My broken heart starts to bleed But then I see I thought I loved you My chains vanished when you were with me But it was a too good-to-be-true a made-up fantasy Now you are gone The chains are now long And I begin to see You didn't love me No matter how much I wish The memories play like a broken disk I am soon falling again I don't know if it will end Now I know…my love for you will never end It is more powerful than the win