12
It’s days like these
when I miss you the most.
I miss how you always
would know what to
say on the worst of days.
It wouldn’t be much to you,
but it would show me that you
are one of the only people
who truly cares about me.
Even if it was two simple minutes to you,
it was 12 to me.
I was 12 when everything changed.
I was only 12 when I
lost you forever.
A 12 year old girl
who lost the one
person who truly
made her happy.





Good bye
Two words and yet so much meaning.
It might mean a simple
“See You Later“
or it could mean the polar opposite.
Good bye might be the last words
a sick mother says to her daughter before
she closes her eyes forever.
Or the last two words a man says
before he walks out the door.
Goodbye is so much more
than two words

My Fault
How do I know it’s not my fault?
I don’t know.
I don’t know if I am the
reason for you doing what you do.
I have never been perfect in your eyes
so why wouldn’t it be my fault?
I don’t have a clue what I have done wrong.
But looking in your eyes I see something wrong.
How do I know it’s not my fault?
I haven’t a clue.

Sunset
Slowly the sunsets
each and every night.
With each sunset, it means
that I made it through yet another day.
As the days get longer and harder
I know that when the day
turns to night
and when the sky turns from
blue to black,
that I am still here.
Walking and breathing,
and that I still get to see another
sunset.

Illusion
There are some days
when I sit alone
in a room with things I
“like”.
But in all reality I don’t like those things,
I just pretend that I do so people will leave.
Why do I want them to leave?
Because it’s all fake.
They don’t know who I am
they only know who they want to know.
But who they know isn’t me,
and it’s when I’m sitting
in a room alone
in a room with things I
“like”
that I realize it.


Breathe
Breathe.
I want you to stop what you’re doing
and just breathe.
As you breathe in and out
I want you to put your hand on the
left side of your chest.
Do you feel that beating?
It’s your heart telling you that you are alive
right here and right now.
I want you to leave your hand right there and think.
You are alive.
You are a living with a purpose.
Has anyone told you you’re beautiful?
Because you are.
But there is something about you
that is more than beautiful.
Your strong.
You are strong enough to wake up every morning.
Every morning you fight not to wake up, you pray not to wake up
but you do.
You might not think you’re smart,
but you are stronger than you could ever imagine.