My life feels like it's falling apart

It's just so different from the start

My friends seem to hate me

and myself, is just so hard to be

It feels like nothing is going my way

It's nearly impossible to see a purpose to stay

My skin over my bones, doesn't feel right

People, that were once so close, now out of sight

But God is there, whispering in my ear

"Hey, I'm right over here"

Not knowing Him, ...

As strong winds blow

The strong trees grow

Instead of being ripped from the ground

It's roots hold it, safe and sound

Roots are what grounds trees

Just as our roots ground us

Our experiences and reactions grow roots

Our passions and satisfactions grow roots

Your personality is your story

But so are your scars

Fight or flight reaction

It is all adaptation

Our roots are who we are

Just as the nig...

Count every way _I've_ loved _you_

You'll need more than your fingers and toes

Count every way _you've_ loved _me_

The only number that grows is the inches of your nose

You've given me 10 reasons

Not for what you think

_10 reasons to leave you_

Because you're the reason tears leave my eyes when I blink

_10_ missing assignments because you always made me skip.

_9_ times I've rewrote this, to hope...

I have a confession to make

With everything that is at sake

My family is fighting

My friends are crying

Everything I've fought for

On my knees, praying on the floor

"God, help me"

I mutter under sobbing breaths

The things that I've said

The blood that I've bled

I didn't have You in my heart

"Help me, God, where do I start?"

I want to clean up this mess I've made

I didn't deserve it, but You sti...

Looking up at the stars

Looking down at my scars

I've worked so hard to get this far

Every mark is a reminder

Of a time I thought would last forever

But I've moved on, no matter the pressure

Whether my heart was heavy or light

I've always put up a fight

For the moments I thought would last forever

Looking up at the stars

Looking down at my scars

I want _this_ moment to last forever

The breeze ...

I can't look at mirrors.

Why?

No, it is not because I'll melt or because I'm cursed. It is because I'll cry.

I have been told I am beautiful my whole life, but how can I believe something I can't see?

There are things that I love about myself, don't get me wrong. I like my side-profile and my lips; I have naturally straight teeth, which I _am_ grateful for, but these things can...

I've always known how to name my feelings. I've grown up in a home with people that have raised me to be very emotionally mature. I don't recall when it begun, but I feel like everything that I once thought I knew about my feelings, is slipping away.

The way she looks at me. Her dark brown eyes make my heart beat in a way I can't comprehend.

I know love. I'm very aware of that concept......