You show me 

Your red weeping face

And once again

I am unsure of how to respond. 

The outsiders know what to do.

Why don't I?

I love you.

I support you.

I don't know how to tell you.

But just know

That if you ever show me your tears,

I will never show you my back.

Lean on me.

Cry on my shoulder.

I don't know what else to offer you

But a welcoming smile, 

A warm heart,

And calm silence.

Numb to their pain.

Unable to bear it with them.

Unsure of how to offer support.

Who do I think I am,

To call myself your friend?

I'm sorry 

I can't be the kind of better

That you all so rightfully deserve.

How did we end up here?

Of all the places we could have been.

How did we make it this far? 

We all had thought that Yesterday

Was going to be our last tomorrow.

We were wrong. 

I'm glad we were wrong.

I hope you aren't sad we were wrong

Because then Yesterday

Will be put on replay

Because Yesterday

None of us wanted to see Tomorrow.

Spending endless hours

Doing something you love

Is much less painless

Than spending half and hour

Doing something you dread doing.

In order to live,

You must find a way to turn

The things you dread

Into something beautiful

Because one day 

We all will run out of time

Soft.

Harsh.

Bright.

Dull.

Unique.

Some fit together.

Each has it's perfect opposite.

All of them are beautiful.

Colors.

And people.

If you can't see

The beauty 

That the rest of us see

When you look in the mirror

You need to get a better mirror

Because the one you have now is lying to you

I hate it

When beautiful people

Are bullied.

I hate it more

When they are being bullied

By themselves.

Just because

You can't find me,

Doesn't mean I'm lost.

Just because

I don't know

How to make

My way back

To where you are

Doesn't mean 

I need a compass.

Just because

You got locked out,

Doesn't mean

I just forgot 

To give you the key.

We had to leave

Our paradise behind.

We knew it was coming.

It always does.

We traveled back

Home to face reality again.

It's always bitter-sweet.

I wish we could go back.

But at the same time,

This is where a belong.