Jul14Lawloopie

I found you broken, Crumbled, laying upon the steps of life. I wanted nothing more than to help you back up. You had fallen from so high so long before. I'd give my soul to carry you back up. But no matter how hard I try, I can't budge or lift you up till you decide, To stand by yourself, Change yourself. And when you do, I swear I'll be back right here. But do you mind, If I, Just sit and wait with you a while? While we both have the time.

Dear You Dear Words, Thank You so much. You are an extraordinary friend who does an outstanding job in healing the wounds of every broken-pieced, depression-suffering and heart-lost teenager. Angry? I curse using you. Happy? I get high using you. Fatigue? I whine using you. Sad? I cry screaming you. You make the best of me. You describe me at my worst, at my best. You bring out the lively emotions from my dead-looking, stinking-cold heart. You are able to twist, turn and portray the most powerful messages ever. Through poems, spoken words, and literature; you scream when tears have gone dry, you rise from the dead and stand up when injusti