My Mind

My mind is a hurricane of all the wrong thoughts. Talking about it to my friends only helps momentarily. Hours later I still find myself thinking all those things I shouldn't be thinking again.. I have so much to say with a whirlpool of thoughts and memories. But in my mind the words remain. I want to shout them from a mountain top But instead I lay quietly while rolling around in my bed Trying to figure out my purpose. My mind always brings me be back to the same question Does my life really have meaning? I preach to my peers that everyone's life has meaning, But I feel like I'm a different case. 

My Shadow

She hides behind a mask of positivity and happiness. Although deep down inside she longs for help. You would never know how sad she is. That is her point anyways.. She is finding it harder and harder to go on. She's surrounded by love, yet she feels so alone. Ever since she can remember there is this shadow that follows her around every day. It never leaves her side. This shadow weighs her down. This shadow wants her to feel unhappy. She fights this shadow in hopes of winning someday. She doesn't like feeling this way. Who would? Lately she hasn't been fighting as hard, With every passing day she becomes more hopeless