Forgive anyone who has caused you pain or harm.

Keep in mind that the forgiving is not for others.

It is for you.

Forgiving is not forgetting.

It is rememebring without anger.

It frees up your power, heals your body, and releases your soul.

Forgiveness opens up a pathwway to peace where you can persist despite what has happened to you.

It's terrible that people actually hate themselves because they aren't a certain weight, or don't have certain grades, or don't have this or that, and physically cut themselves open.

People are terrified of being judged because they don't look like the person on the cover of that magazine.

So maybe if we showed people it was okay to be who they are, instead of just saying, "Don't be afraid to be you!" or "As long as you're confident, it doesn't matter!"

Then maybe there will be less people with slashes on their wrists and notes saying, "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough."

What if I read to you a story,

Starting: "Once Upon A Time"

And you realized it was your life,

Spelt out on every line.

Would you hear my voice with wonder,

As it brushed across every word,

And pray my hands had strength

To hold the truth about your world.

Would your views be different,

And would it shock you most to find,

That the things you thought defined you,

Could be summed up in two lines.

And all the ones you took for granted,

The ins and outs of every day,

Play a bigger part in who you are,

Than you'd ever dared to say.

Would you wonder at all the pages left,

And all the places they will lead,

Then promise to make each moment,

One that you will be proud to read.

Because there is a story of your life,

But it's you that holds the pen,

And I hope you fill the pages right,

Before you reach the end.

Don’t ever say

That we were friends

Don’t ever believe

That you can make amends

People like you

Give friendship a bad name

I hope you suffer

In guilt and shame

There was a time I told you,

of all the things that ached inside;

the things I held so sacred,

to all the world I'd hide.

But they became your weapons,

and slowly I have learnt,

the less I say the better,

the lesser I'd be hurt.

Of all you've used against me,

the worst has been my words.

There are thinngs I'll never tell you,

and it is sad to think it so;

the more you come to know me,

the lesser you will know

1) The feeling where you stay up at night, stare at your ceiling, ask yourself an infinite number of quesitons, then sit there and debate on whether or not you actually want to know the asnwer

2) The feeling where you wonder who truly cares about you and who is just using you; you wonder about who is there for you and who is so desperateely waiting for you to fail

3) The feeling where you feel like you’re not good enough, that you need to be this, this, and this to be successful and liked; you crave for the attention you know you can’t have

4) The feeling where you get frusterated because it’s physically impossible to be 100% happy; you want someone to vent to but no one will understand you

5) The feeling where you question your value, your worth, your pride, yourself everything

And you think. Overthink. All night.

And all you’re left with is you, yourself, and a very dark place.

My life is not all sunshine

Sometimes it is filled with darkness

Just like everyone else’s

I have my ups and downs

I live my life like I am on a roller coaster

Never knowing when I’ll go up

Never knowing when I’ll go down

Just knowing that when it happens, it hits like a truck

My life is not all sunshine

Sometimes it is filled with darkness

But for those very short times, when the sun shines through

I stand there, and relish in its warmth

Because although my life is lived in complete darkness

I know that the sun is there

Even if it’s behind the darkness, it’s there

Encouraging me to keep going

Encouraging me to keep fighting

Just knowing that there is something waiting on the other side

My life is not all sunshine

Sometimes it is filled with darkness

But I know, it will pass

It will pass eventually

It's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye.

It's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.

It's funny how forever never seems to last.

It's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.

It's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down.

It's funny how when you need someone they never are around.

It's funny how people change and think they're so much better.

It's funny how many lies are packed into one “love letter”.

It's funny how one night can contain so much regret.

It's funny how you can forgive but not forget.

It's funny how ironic life turns out to be.

But the funniest part of all: none of that's funny to me.

I can’t seem to grasp the fact that the world in fact is an ugly place.

We live in a world where suicide is an easier way out than being yourself.

We live in a world where kids have adult minds.

We live in a world where no one is utterly happy.

We live in a world where no one seems to understand the idea of being kind.

The world from afar is such a beautiful thing.

Yet close up, face to face with one another, everything is far much unappealing.

We live in a world where war is an option to obtain peace.

We live in a world where our leaders keep secrets from the public.

We live in a world where women cannot go outside without being harassed.

We live in a world where homosexuality is seldom accepted.

Why is it that as human beings, instead of helping our own kind, we turn our backs to one another.

One day you people will see the error of your ways.

One day you people will see the pain you’ve inflicted on not only others but a prolonged pain on yourselves.

But for now I’ll continue to sit back and watch the planet wither. Slowly, but surely.

And I just don’t understand.