Tuesday, 16 September 2008. 5:38 pm

Let me cut my wrist.
If it hurts alot,
let me learn not to touch penknifes & that i recover from that.

Let me love him.
If he thinks it's just a fling & that i get my heart broken,
Let me learn that some boys are just that way.

Let me flunk my test.
If i fail the class & miss the honor roll list,
Let me learn to sutdy more.

Let me commit suicide.
If i get saved back,
Let me learn to cherish my life more.

But most importaant,let me live.
If i lean a lesson,
You've dont ur part.

I always stare at the word in my dictionary:"Happiness".
Different people have different kinds emotions about this.
I could write pages about break-downs & jealousy.
Or pain,i could write stories about pain.
Not that kind of pain you get when you fall down,
but the kind that makes ur broken heart go into ur throat,
so that it takes all of ur energy & concentration to breathe.
The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time.

"Beaches," I said out loud to myself.
Beaches bring nothing but happiness to me.
Whenever im feeling low,i always tend to have an urge to go to the beach.
I could scream our my unhappiness
& cry out loud without caring how people looks at me.
Maybe beaches aren't exactly the key to happiness,but maybe there is something to be said about the simple thing i life,
things that bring joy,like snow or butterflies maybe even flowers.
Not clothes or keeping score or guys or even good grades.
None of those things in themselves will really make you happy.
They only make you have a sense of achievement.
But the little things,like shouting out ur unhappiness out,just might.

And with that,I would like to say:
"Happiness depends upon ourselves.