3/1/18 Bus Ride

We pass by a row of houses and in one of those tiny boxes once lived a little girl that didn't know what the words depression and anxiety meant but now its all she knows

writes, thinks and feels.

The first person to break her heart did so over and over as she waited by the window for him to pick her up and carry her away on his shoulders, so high she felt like she could reach the stars and that's why she waited by the window for years and years.

I think she's still waiting