Only when the sun hides is when the rainfall begins And Only when something or someone you love leaves you when it hurts the most And this feeling is hard to explain It has no explanation It hurts the insides It hurts the heart You cant breathe Nothing feels the same What is this? Help.. I need help But. How do I take it? No no I cant. I dont want to seem desperate I cant seem rude. I wont. But I need it Help.. Please? I dont know what to say. Mommy. Daddy I wanna go home

Sometimes When the flower blooms It will be beautiful But Some reckless person will step on that flower And it hides Never to bloom again Because it is afraid to be stepped on again It's the fear that keeps that flower away from happiness

And then when a child is born Its story is published And sometimes. You'll get a lazy writer. A few paragraphs. And it's over. Or maybe an overworking writer Someone who writes too much to where they will soon have nothing for their character. And then it ends And Some will be unfortunate to get the reckless writer The writer that ruins everything They make their characters life collapse beneath them And make them hurt But, life isnt a book Because If it was The amount of chapters would be impossible to count But some Easy to read. Because these people didnt get to live their lives Because. That one person Said that one thing. And then it was over. People dont understand this sickness not even the smartest doctors Because Depression It isnt just being sad It's being afraid to reach for help because somebody hurt you And you dont wanna hurt again. You dont wish to be this way Right? Me too. It's okay Just. try to live your life to the max pages

Please? It isn't worth it.