• Death. At some point in my life I thought that I had embraced it, cherished it. I had it in my head that I would live forever, And if I didn't then that would be alright. Because I knew that when I died I would go to heaven and stay happy with the people I loved. Forever. But life doesn't work that way does it? You can't always get what you want. I watched and felt the rain beat on my skin and I cried aloud. I wish I was the rain because eventualy,.....I couldn't fall anymore.

    But even rain gets recycled into a better use. Because you see, death isn't freedom to me it's pain. A pain that if the string around my neck was any tighter I would loose my head, and then....where would I be. Definatly not me. See like all of the other kids who say their life is depressing and not worth it I value my life. I value the people in it, because without them I'll never know what life was supposed to have meant.

    You see with a simple workd Like I love you wether it be in the form of a person lips or in a nursery rhym, I can find the reason to spend my time.

    Here. On earth. With you, with him, with them. With me. I can keep dancing and never fall down. Keep dancing and never slow down.

    I know these words might not make sense to you, but the spin over and over and over in my head and I wirte it down but nothing comes out. Because I have to speak it. Ya at this point I didn't know what was going on I just kept writing but let me tell you one thing.

    Writing kept me sane. I'm not insane ...not anymore.

    Because you see i was listening to music when I wrote this and I don't know if you ever wrote to music before. But words were made for the beat. The beat wasn't made for the words. So when you sing do't play music for the words. play words for the music. Because

    everyone is here for eachother.