the battle

The thought of death is always on my mind. to get it out off head, is unknown. but yet the sound of others stories give me the beat in my step. even though i still fight depression, the love of helping others still puts thier emotions before mine. to see other people with the pain that i went through, kills the fire inside my heart. so what do you do? to keep the fire lit you must help yourself but also keep other feel the love for themselves to be replenished. so anybody need help come find me comment you stories, my eyes are  open to your comments

to be unknown

to be unknown is not a choice but yet a way of social anxiety, to walk in the halls and feel like everyone talks shit about how you look, to see people interact with other people while you sit on the side, wondering how it feels to have someone care the same way you do. but yet you come to reality and just feel alone while you check your facebook and realize that you have no life. to expect a little red bubble to apear on you page every time you long on, but yet life isnt that way, only you can make a change, dont waite for it. that was my mistake even though it is still the same only i can make the bad feelings go away.

the door of acceptance

even though the exterior of a building could look like the mansion of your dreams, there is always a hidden door that know ones sees, most fear the gates of hell but only few go knock on the door, to accept happiness is to shut down loneliness, but yet the loneliness never goes away, only a miror shattered in a matter of time. to see the tear fall from the eye of love could only mean in heartacke as one lonely person gets accepted at the door. will you go knock on the door of acceptance?

reminder of the past

the anger of the past always haunts me. to see the coach for the hundrendth time tell me i did something wrong. to see the dissappointed face that drepresses the idea of something good. and for once i found something i love but the past still gets in the way. i played baseball till the spring of my senior year just to find that someone decided i wasnt good enough. and if i could go back i would have just not give a day for the sport.