With an insanity only obtained through endless days of sadness, I live on.

Not for myself. Never for my self.

Not for my friends or family or future.

But for those like me. For the ones who feel useless.

Unimportant.

Unloved.

Forgotten.

Misunderstood.

Lost.

I live for the ones who refuse to eat so they can feel pretty.

I live for the ones who smile so they ( Read more... )

An outsider looking in
It's a feeling that's hard to lose
When the world is turning white
And we never get to choose.

It started with the "pitter-pat"
of the snow on her sill.
Curiosity won her over,
and she peeked against my will.

She saw the sun begin to set
way over in the distance.
The world had shone completely white.
She wouldn't want to miss this.

She ( Read more... )