Saying good-bye doesn’t mean that we will never see each other again.
It means that we will meet again.
It doesn’t matter when or for how long,
But somewhere along the road we will cross paths once more.
Even if it’s for a second, we will meet again.
Only time will tell when.
So thanks for the time that we spent being friends.
For now it’s time to say good bye,
But one day we’ll be able to say Hello once again.
He tells his parents that he loves them
No matter how much they laugh,
No matter how much they say they know.
Even when he is an adult living alone
He wants it to be shown
That no matter how old, he could remind them
That they were the reason why he had a home,
Why he never gave up and always had hope.
He knows that when they argued, they just wanted him to know
That they cared,
That they didn’t want him to be someone whom they would fear.
So everyday no matter what the age or year,
“I” keep on telling my parents that I love them
Because one day,
They won’t be here to hear.
For those who struggle,
For those who try,
It’s okay to cry.
But never let this feeling die.
Never let it be the reason why you hide.
Keep it implanted in your mind.
Because one day your future will unwind
As a bright light shines.
And you can finally say,
“I did alright.”
No matter how lost we are, you still find a way.
Even when I give up hope, you still decide to stay.
Is there even a way to explain?
Explain the amount of pain that I put you through every single day.
The type of pain that stays on you forever not as a scar but as a stain.
Never hearing a single complaint.
But just a smile and a “How was your day.”
Because of this, how will I be able to find a way.
A way to get past my pain.
So that I can finally help you.
And this time, ask you if you are the one who is okay…
Let me talk and just hear me out.
Every time you speak, you make me want to scream and shout.
All you do is cut me off and repeat yourself
Don’t look at the big but look at the small.
It feels as if you’re standing there looking at a dry wall.
I try my best but only one person can see…
But that one isn’t what you think.
It isn’t you I hope you can see.
Can’t you tell what I want to be?
I want to be heard.
I want to be seen.
I want you to actually know me.
Not assume me…
You’re on the run.
From all those that ruin your “fun.”
From those who try to help.
And prevent you from the mistakes that you feared.
But things will only get worst my dear.
It’s the choice you made that will soon let you hear.
The cries of those that you thought were so near.
Are now distant from your muted ears.
Continue this road and be ready to face all your fears.