Sometimes the person that smiles the most is the one that’s hurting.

Sometimes the person that gives the most hugs just wants to be loved.

Sometimes the person that talks the most just wants someone hear the words not spoken.

Sometimes the one that cares the most just wants to be cared for.


Guilt – A Poem :)

I stand alone in my bedroom behind a closed door

It’s my own fault

The words I promised myself I wouldn’t say

I said

I feel guilt on me like a breezeblock

On my chest

I sat, face buried in my knees, not having the courage to leave

I didn’t

Just in case you were wondering, a breezeblock is sort of like a cinder block. I just liked the word breezeblock better 😀