Happiness is found in the journey

I'm just passing through.

Stitches and Glue

So cold,

Lying so still.

Tell me child,

Where was your will?

Did you lose it,

In that hollow place?

The emptiness shining,

Through the cracks in your face?

A smile so taunting,

Held only to please.

At night she wore,

Down to her knees.

Hands to her cheeks,

Hiding the tears.

Only hoping,

To wake free of fears.

To open her eyes,

And find herself new.

No longer bound together,

By stitches and glue.

To hold a new heart,

Deep inside.

Though she thought, what if...

What if I died?

Would they notice me gone?

Far from pain...

I'm tired of the hurt...

The feelings that drain.

She looked to the stars,

Thoughts wrapped tight.

Burning blue eyes,

Wouldn't see tomorrow's light.

A quick note,

A short goodbye.

Having no tears,

Left to cry.

Now she lays silent,

In a permanent bed.

Last of her visions,

Were filled with dread.

Young life,

Too soon lost.

Years of unspoken,

Come with a cost.

I am completely in love with this poem. It's by XxxAllRosesBleedBluexxX on Quizilla.

I AM...

I am a daughter. A sister. A grand-daughter. A niece. A cousin. A friend. I am a partner. A student. A young girl and a grown women. I am confident and scared. Terrified and excited. I am loving and caring and thoughtful and hopeful. I am sick and tired. I am shy and friendly. And careful and careless. I am broken and whole. I am misunderstood. Misguided. And mislead. I am hardworking and determined. But a little scared on the inside. I wish on stars and dream my dreams. I pray to God and cry my tears. I smile on the outside while I'm dying on the inside. I listen to others who won't listen to me. I walk on eggshells. And I walk on fire. I believe in passion. But not true love. I love you and I push you away. I want you but not so close. I am everything and nothing all at once. And all I want is to be loved.

Someday everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.

As we grow up we learn that even the one person who wasn't supposed to let us down probably will. You'll have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when someone broke yours. You'll fight with your best friend and maybe even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone close to you. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt. Because every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

I'M A GREASER GIRL!

A GREASY, GREASY GREASY GIRL!

I'M TUFF, I'M LOUD,

AND DAMNIT, I'M PROUD!!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Socials may be large, Socials may be rough,

But man, oh man, them Greasers are tuff.

Socials got Mustangs, Socials got cash,

But I heart Greasers who role in trash.

Greasers are great, Greasers are bold.

Put on you converse shoes and Stay Gold!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Nature's first green is gold

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood.

I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society.

Man, do I have fun!

Greaser... greaser... greaser...

O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood.

Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!

Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well dressed.

I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.

And what do you do for fun?

I jump greasers!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

I'm only 14 and the Outsiders has taught me some valuable life lessons:

Ponyboy taught me that things are rough all over, and even though it may not seem like it, people deeply care about you.

Sodapop taught me that it's OK to be laid back sometimes.

Darry taught me to protect the ones I love.

Dally taught me that if you're tough, you won't get hurt.

Two-Bit taught me that it's OK to make a joke every once in a while.

Steve taught me that you should always stick by your best friends and that people WILL think you're weird if you do back flips off of cars.

And Johnny?

Johnny Cade told me to Stay Gold

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

(·.·).I.(·.·)

(·.··. .·;Love·..··.·)

·..·The Outsiders·.

·.(· Forever·)..· Stay Gold!

READ THIS:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand through the pain, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let in my 27 year partner into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the most loving family I ever had; I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.

I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another women.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a women.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.

I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me when they realized I was a transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what the world needs, love.

I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male.

The world survives on love, yet we reject it?

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