For Meaghan

She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. Her paint brush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist. Not all scars show, and not all wounds heal, and sometimes you can't see the pain that someone feels. Just because she comes off strong, dosent mean she dosen't fall asleep crying. Even though she says shes OK, maybe shes just really good at lying. Emotionally, she's done. Meantaly, shes drained. Spirtually, she feels dead. And yet, physically, she smiles. Because it's much easier to fake a smile then explain how she really feels inside. You will never see her pain. You will never see that she's sick of trying, done with crying. No more joy. No more sadness. No emotion, only madness. She can't see, she can't feel, she can't touch, she can't heal. She feels like fallings the only option. But If looking forward scares you and looking back hurts; look beside you. I'll always be there, holding your hand through everything. When the world walks out. I'll still be here, I'll still love you to pieces, and I'll always stand by you. That's why I'm here, we are friends for a reason.What I can't do is take away all your problems.  What I can do is make sure you don't go threw them alone. <3