QuestionsLaying on my back in my small, hard bed
So many thoughts are swirling through my head
I hear my clock ticking on my bedside stand
Till I just knock it off with my angry hand
I hate how it reminds me that time is flying by
That it's another second wasted while I lay here and cry
Why must growing up be so hard?
Why does the path to happiness seem so barred?
I wish all the clocks would just slow down
All the clocks in every city, village, and town
Give me time to figure out what's going on
And understand why some things are long gone
I have so many questions I need to ask
Finding the answers is such a hard task
Time is being wasted as I sit here thinking
I'm emotionally drained, just sinking and sinking
Will someone help me if I trip?
Will someone steady me if I slip?
Does anyone notice me laying here?
Will they wipe away my tear?
Walking in the RainI love it when it rains, when the water comes pouring down.
I love how it can hide my tears and cover up my frown.
When it rains, the sky is dark and gray;
it matches the mood I have that day.
Yet I close my eyes and pray
that the sadness will go away,
but the rain keeps pouring on my head.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be happier dead.
I scream in fury; I feel I might drown.
The rain is tring to pull me down.
I decide that I don't like the rain anymore;
I want things back the way they were before.
Sadly, I realize things will never be the same.
Yet I look up because I hear someone calling my name.
"Come here. Stop standing alone in the rain."
"But if I come out of the rain, you will see my tears;
you'll see my sorrow, my worries, my fears."
"But didnt' you know, you can't hold it in forever?"
"Let out my feelings? I could do that never!"
However, I eventually gave a big sigh
and decided for once to just let the rain die.
A Little ChildLife can be a terrible thing
Full of lies and sorrow and doubt.
But I stop and look at a little child
Playing happily without a care in the world.
And I ask myself, "How can this child be so happy?
Doesn't this child realize what horrible things are going on all around it?"
Then I think, "I wish I could be happy like that.
This little child seems to find a light in dark places.
This child's heart can heal after it gets hurt,
Unlike mine which is filled with dark holes.
This little child isn't holding grudges against anyone.
This little child is believing without doubting."
Sometimes I want to be like that little child again.
I wonder if that's possible or if I'll be stuck this way forever.
The Girl That Always SmiledOnce there was this teenager who always thought on the bright side of things. She always wanted to be positive and optimistic. Everywhere she went, she had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Everywhere she went, she spread this kind of light and joy to everyone around her. Even when people annoyed and upset her, she still treated them with kindness and respect. Whenever her friends came to her complaining about someone else, she would gently try to explain why that person might have acted that way; she always tried to stick up for that person even if it was hard, even if she agreed with what her friends were saying. Sometimes her friends would annoy her or make her upset or sad or angry, but she never allowed herself to say mean things about them behind their back. She knew no one was perfect so she told herself to be nice to them all the time because that was how she wanted to be treated even if sh
Only You, O GodDark, cold, lonely, hard
Crushed, depressed, disappointed
Shame, fear, sorrow, loss
Whats the point?
Only you, O God, can tell me
Only you, O God, can save me
Only you, O God, can take away those feelings
and replace them with something new
Light, warmth, comfort, peace
Accepted, loved, understood
Joy, happiness, faith, care
A meaning, a purpose
Only you, O God, can give me that.
HiddenHidden away in everyone are hopes and dreams and desires.
Hidden away in everyone are doubts and fears and despair.
Hidden inside are deep, dark secrets.
Hidden inside is pain.
Soon, there is too much being hidden.
Soon you can't handle it all.
Soon you have to learn to let it out.
You can't keep everything hidden.
One day all that is hidden will be revealed.
All the secrets will be heard.
What is hidden cannot stay that way forever.
I know it's hard.
I want to keep some things hidden.
And it's okay to have secrets.
Everyone keeps things hidden.
But sometimes you're hiding too much.
Why keep it all hidden?
Hiding gets tiresome.
Just be honest.
Stop keeping everything hidden.
My Missing PieceSitting here
Trying to put together my puzzle
I've been working on it a long time
It looks like it's almost done
The pieces are starting to fall into the right places
But then I stop
There's an empty spot in the middle of my puzzle
I try to figure out what the missing piece must look like
And realize that I've never seen it before
It's been missing this whole time
I begin to get desperate
I need that missing piece
Without it, my life can't be complete
"Where are you?" I shout
"I need you!" I scream
When will I find you?
My missing piece...