i am the girl who cries for her friends; the one who sobs and wails. screams her misery to the sky and moon, when every word spoken fails. i am the one whose heart is sincere, and cannot be strong when needed. a heart that blossoms roses sweet, where woes are below-ground seeded. i am the girl who drowns in sorrow, sadness too simple to understand. one who had dreams and hopes amany, ones carelessly planned. the one who had a desire, once, but every plan had failed. the one who spent her time laughing, when her own darkness prevailed. but in the time of others need, she simply must fall weak. weeds grow from a beautiful soul, where the brave turn to the meek. she is sure others hearts for her, will be filled with hate. but maybe, just maybe... for her, it isn't too late. still, i am the girl who cries for her friends, who tries her best to be there. maybe she is not perfect yet, but some do not seem to care. some see beyond the melancholy, and take a look past the endless rain. to see there are flowers still in her heart. forever there will they remain.
