Okay

I've realized that many of the things that makes me happy hurts me in more ways than one. I've realized that I've always been there for the people I love, to lend a shoulder to cry on, to listen, to give advice, and to simply just hold hand but yet I am the one who stays up late at night with memories that haunt and tears that keep falling.

Yet I continue to give everyone a happy smile, I continue to love and give hope when really I am falling apart.

I sit alone and stare at a wall covered with all kinds of memories in a dark room where only the moonlight shines through and I stare at the moon and it seems that we are the same she is surrounded with many stars yet she is still alone.

It's hard to believe that in a world so big with so many people living in it how lonely one can feel and be.

I've realized that no matter how much you love, and no matter how kind you truly are you will always get hurt and it does not matter by whom or how much you love them or how much they love you because you will get hurt in this big world and sometimes they don't even realize it and that is when you know that no matter how much they say they truly love you that they don't really give a damn about you.

Ive realized that it is okay, that no matter how much you've truly hurt me that it's okay because I'm okay because I will be okay and because one day I won't have to lie about being okay.