Happiness

I will write to you this faithful poem, hope and peace are many things so far.

Loving, caring, praying, are the thing joyful in many ways. I see your face telling me these things, so I’ll try to do my best.

When I walk into this room, you are the one who I see, whom seems to smile, even with all the troubles running wild.

Hark the sound of angels singing, hark the sound of God! For he is always there for you and me so shall we sing, so peacefully.

I walked towards you too, seeing your face reminds me of so many thing, the hope you gave me is showing so brightly, I’m still thankfully because of you. So lets make this true.

True hope, comes from true loving. True hope, true prayer, comes loving, caring, sharing, bearly, all the little gifts you have.

Faith is not gone, faith is always there. My dear friends, please listen to me.

Put down the razor, put down the blade, listen carefully to the single voice inside your head that sings.

“Faith, love, and all things holy! Please will someone help me! I don’t care for life, I care for death only. But In the End, who will tell my story? Without me there who will remember me?”

So In the End, what do you say? Life, death, or neither to believe!

The soul has many words my friends, but one speaks out towards all those who others say unholy. One, is God. Speak to him you shall, and find life again you will, speak with to the holy spirit, and let thy soul come to new age.

Author’s note: I’m sorry if I sound a little dramatic here, but I’m serious. Speak to God, and you will find another reason to live. It happened to me so I’m thankful. I have people who have shown me to be thankful, so I try my best everyday not to hurt myself. Thanks for listening to me being dramatic. -Ahsoko