The Things People Don't Touch.

My Life

I wish to succeed in living my life. I wish to push forward knowing that I am happy. I really wished I loved myself like other people loved me. I don't see what they see in me. They say I'm smart and beautiful, but I don't believe that. I wish I didn't have depression, so I could float on the water and not sink. I want happiness for once in this world that crumbling before my eyes. I don't want this pain anymore, yet I have to bear it for life. They say the pain goes away when you talk about it, yet you still bear it in your heart. the pain slowly driving you insane, but hey its ok.

Right?

I just want happiness, but it's so hard for me to even smile sometimes. It takes energy out of me, yet people don't understand. My life is a painting that slowly melts every day. You would watch the pain would slowly melt away like whipped butter fresh from a cow on warm toast. Sometimes the painting doesn't melt and it stops. Everyone comes to see the frozen painting like I'm a piece of art, but it doesn't last forever. The paintings is filled with colors that you see every day yet don't acknowledge. I really wish it will stop melting. I hope one day I can see the true beauty in that melting paint. Once it stops it will create something beautiful and honestly, I can't wait for that day.

Love

Dr. Seuss once said Love is when two people weirdness collide. We do the best we can with what we have left in our hearts, so when we find the one our hearts will be ready. We wish that love was a fair game of tic tac toe. The catfight sometimes wins, and we give up that love. I wish everyone in the world knew how it feels being loved and the warmth is the best part. When you feel the love you're calm. Being back at my grandmother's and sitting there in her living room. It makes you want to fall into a deep sleep. When I feel love again, I will cherish it as much as I can. I want to hold love like it's a soft cloud filled to the brim with happiness. I wish I could feel this way forever and I never want it to go away. The darkness doesn't know what to do with itself when I'm happy. I feel it looking from afar wondering to what to do with itself. This time I feel as if I won't let it out of my grip. I will hold it tight like I did when I was younger. I would let love sink into my skin deeper than my wounds, but now it's no use. The wounds dig deeper than love can see. I hope one day someone will help me patch up those wounds. I try to patch these wounds by myself, but I'm running out. Once I run out I hope I can bear the pain. I hope I can still smile on that day. I hope is all I can say.

Will you hope for me?

I hope to find the one I love,

I hope to find the warmth in their hugs,

I hope one day,

I won't have to hope,

No more.