It's you, its always been you. I've always been fascinated with the way you smile, it's so beautiful. So beautiful that it renders me speechless. It's you, the one thats always been on my mind; running wild day and night. When I'm down and feeling blue, just a single thought about you instantly brightens up my day! As if you're the sun that my world revolves around.
I would travel to the ends of the earth for you, because without you my life is meaningless and empty, without you I have nothing. It's you that gives me the light, and courage to keep me going. It's you.

I'm scared. I'm scared to sleep at night, that the next time I wake up everyone that I love is gone. I'm scared. I'm scared that once I die I would be forgotten, barely a distant memory. I'm scared. I'm scared to love again, scared of the possibility that it end like the others leaving me broken and empty. I'm scared. I'm scared whats this worlds becoming, people killing others for no reason; carrying knives to harm each other. Spreading hate instead of love. I'm scared. I'm scared to be alone because when I'm alone the voices inside my head get louder, so loud its hard to block them out. I'm scared. I'm scared that the voices are right, that I'm worthless, that no-one cares. I'm scared. I'm scared to be surrounded by people yet to feel lonely. I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll always be scared.

Standing in the depths of my own despair watching the flames reek havoc. Thick black smoke filling the room quickly, smothering the remaining air that lingers in my lungs. The heat from the fire instantly blistering my skin within seconds, drying every ounce of moisture in my being. Gasping for air, praying this will be the end. My body's become weak and heavy. Life evaporating. That's when the heavens opened up engulfing the flames leaving only the smouldering ash behind. Air quickly returning to the preoccupied lungs. Rising from the ashes, feeling reborn and free tomorrow is a new day!