Poem 1

The pain is become unbearable. I am sinking. Will you grab my hand and pull me through the pain and torture? Will you stand beside me when I feel wrong, and ugly? Will you hold me when my world feels like its crumbling and I can't stand? My world is beautiful with you in it. So stay with me when my world turns ugly. I know if you do, then my world will bloom again and become beautiful, just like it once was. You are my world. Just remember that.