Growing up I was told these words:
You're special...

Another poem,
Filled with sorrow so deep...

Skin stretched across her face,
Eyes caved in...

The tears roll down.
heartbeat racing...

She likes him.
He likes her...

I cry...
and no one sees...

My body can no longer hold such pain
Endure such suffering...

We each carry our own stories
Of how life has beaten us...

Love is for the brave.
You may have never been told this before...

I miss you
I long to see you...

What is this feeling...
I smile when i see him...

I need someone who'll hold me....
and never let go...