It isn't your responsibility to

Bear someone's problems on your back

Because they don't want to deal with it

Alone.

You don't have to let their negativity

Suffocate you.

You always have the option

Of walking away.

(Side Note: Of course you should stay and try to help someone if you can. But if it starts to become overbearing and affects you in a negative way, that's a sign you might have to walk away.)

Music

Coffee

Smiling no matter what

Reading

Nature

Rain

Fluffy couches

Fresh laundry smell

Back rubs

Animals

Mountains

Pianos

Velvet

Caramel

Writing

Compassion

Dancing

Autumn leaves

Sounds of trains

Tea

My mothers voice

Photography

Silence

Art

Reflection

Baby laughter

Fuzzy Blankets

Cooking

The Milky Way

Hiding

Snow

Candles

Cheese

Traveling

Soulmates as friends

My son

LOVE

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

Love

And last but not least

LOVE

Ah Christmas time

My favorite time to rhyme

I talk of children sleeping

Who actually are just peeping

Couldn't ever dream that one night

When we wait for the great fright

Of the reindeer hooves upon the house

Then they would scream as quiet as a loud mouse

But one sad Christmas long ago

I think I lost my Christmas ego

I waiting silently in my bed

Thinking of Santa in his reindeer sled

I stay awake until I heard the sound

That something on my roof had made ground

For years I was very afraid of looking

Santa could take away my presents and plum pudding

But this year, the age of twelve

I decided to come out of my cell

I walked around the house that night

Looking for something that would bring my light

Then I heard a bell so sweet

But as I saw the man complete

It was my father

And I said Oh bother

I ran to my bed and let in sink in

Santa and all that fuss just had been

A joke that I had to start cutting for

And thank you dear parents for cutting my beliefs to the core

Most everyone now-a-days are so worried about finding everyone else's Kryptonite, they never try to find their own. Those of us who have found our Kryptonite are smart because we know what we should do, who we should be around, and where we should go.

Kryptonite is most commonly known as Superman's weakness, but Kryptonite is really just a weakness. Your Kryptonite can range from a specific person to a good. Superman's Kryptonite is actual Kryptonite, which is a rock from Krypton. 

There are many who buckle under pressure or who give after failing the first time, and that is their Kryptonite. My Kryptonite is trying to help everyone. My Kryptonite has lead to me being stuck in a deep, dark hole called depression. Sometimes while I am stuck so deep I do things up regret afterwards. I don't always ask for help because I am too stubborn. My Kryptonite has led to the person I was being killed, making me who I am now. A broken girl who needs help.

What is life

What does it truly mean to live

Does it mean to risk everything

Everyday just for the hell of it

Does it mean to be cautious

And live between the lines

Is it to remember the moments that

Took your breath away

Or the number of breaths you take

Perhaps it is whatever you say

Maybe it is a play

And we are all actors, with a purpose

A given fate and specific parts

At the end of the day, however,

Life is just life

It both cages us and gives us wings

But you determine how large the cage is

And how far your wings will carry you

In the end, you could fly off into the sunset,

Or you could remain domestic and allow life

To care for you,

Giving it more trust than it perhaps deserves

But it is you and only you who decided upon this,

So be prepared for the end

Be prepared for when you can do no more

For yourself and life is in auto drive

Do what you can while you can,

and spread your wings.

Funny,

Outgoing,

Smart,

Loving,

Adorable,

Lovable,

Healing,

Honest,

And

A

Nerd

Sometimes I feel

As though

I am 

A robot.  

Going through

The motions

Of life

Self-programmed

To be like

Everybody else.

Analyzing everything

Constantly

Compiling data

So I know

How to act.

Yet my heart

Is made

Of glass

And every time

They stare

Every time

They laugh

Every time

They roll their eyes

And sigh

Because 

I've said too much

Another crack forms

Until finally

It breaks 

Into 

A million 

Pieces.

Somewhere in the world, someone is looking for someone like you.

Somewhere in the world, someone is looking for you.

How will they know they've found you if you change yourself?

They will love you for everything you are, and everything you aren't.

Love yourself now, so they can love you later.