Anything

She just sat there quietly

No matter what I did or said

No words, emotions or responses

I felt helpless

But I wanted to do something

So I stayed

In hopes that me being here

Could help her

To feel something…

Anything.

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Searching for Meaning

What is it I’m good at?

What is it that I’m meant to do?

I’ve spent years thinking what I want to do

But what is it that I should do?

Sometimes I feel that

I just want someone to tell me what I’m good at

What I should be doing

Because I’m tired of being lost

Wandering without meaning

People

Socializing can be difficult

Boring

Sometimes exhausting

That’s why I treasure the people remaining

The people whom I can spend the whole day laughing

And other days without even talking

These are the friends I treasure

I wonder

I wonder if anyone knows what they’re doing?

If anyone truly knows where they’re going?

Or do we just live off the feeling

That hopefully while we’re still breathing

We can continue finding reasons to keep living

Things and people to help give us meaning

In a world that’s unforgiving

A Path

Branching roads

To infinite possibilities

Which will I take?

Which will have more than negativity?

There has to be more than misery

There has to be a road for me

There has to be

Please

Let there be

Smile

She always wore a smile 

No matter how hard they’d try

She’d never break no matter how much they pry 

She just laugh with them

And wouldn’t give them any mind

But when she’s alone away from all their eyes

Shit sit down alone

And she would breakdown and cry 

She would cry and cry

Even if her eyes were starting to dry

Crying until the pain would subside

So she could start the day with a smile

A friend

We accept people for who they are

And we trust them

So much that we’d drop everything for them

We open up to them

And so they give us their trust

They rely on us

But they rely too much

That they start to take advantage of us

They start to think that only we can be there for them

And no one else

But when we can’t be who they want us to be

They hurt

They cry

They flee

And we’re left empty

Regretting that we couldn’t be

Who they needed to be