Maybe I have been going about this all wrong

This isn't a poem, no I have discovered the page is a way of living

The tears, I write, I laugh I write, and every time I break down I grab my pen and I start Writing 

This isn't a world I have made for myself but a life that I have made

where I can look around and I feel accepted and I realize I have a talent

I realize that this gift, this beautiful gift was given to me because of who I am 

I'm shy but my words scream louder than anyone else's because they can feel my emotion

They can feel whatever I want them to feel, and I want them to feel me 

I want people to look at me and see that I too suffer

Not from just depression, but I suffer by watching other's suffer

Love

We all crave it 

It is something that no one can ever truly live without and still say that they lived 

Love can break, Love can kill, and love can even tear those who use it apart

There is more to it than just that... love can also heal

It depends on who's hands you live it in 

It depends on who you look at and think 'I love you'

But replace that word with need

because we need that person more than anything

You need to listen to the words that they not only say but the words in their eyes 

That is a world that people crave to make for themselves

Too bad that it doesn't exist