We all look at this world in a different way, we are all inspired in a different way.
But have you ever wondered what it's like to watch to sky roll by without worry?
As we sit back on a spring or summer day, any day we think is perfect we all look to the sky and wonder.
We tell the sky all of our dreams, hopes, and anything else we can think of.
We day dream because sometimes we can't find the will to make those dreams real.
I wonder, would it be so wrong, to ask the stars for a wish?
Would it be wrong to sadden by the sight of the sky?
Would it be wrong to say "I can't."
Countless days roll by as we continue to try, always failing, or succeeding at something.
I guess it can't be wrong to have a wish or hope, to ask someone to help, even the stars.
We can find faith in beauty, or find pain in it.
Do you hate the nights when the stars shine as I do?
I find them to be sad, because it's the last memory of someone I have.
To see what others see is a gift, but to see things in your own way is also a gift.
To see such beauty in things, others don't see any beauty in is as well a gift in itself.
When you look to the sky do you have sad or broken memories, or happy and cheerful ones?
Would you smile if someone asked you to be happy?
Such as a stranger becomes your closest friend.
I once learned on my own, tears can't be erased just like scars can't be removed.
I learned scars remain, even if you believe time heals all wounds.
Scars will always remain in a single memory, a single thought that can bring all the pain back in a second.
With time we understand and grow to be something new, something better.
Scars may not disappear, but how we choose to deal with the pain is what makes part of who we are.
We can choose to laugh at it, cry, be angry, or even give up the will to live.
With time we begin to get over the pain, and ignore it and with that we learn to stay in the present and not the past.
"The stains on the pillow case are the tears that can't be erased" Just like a heart can't truly forget a memory.

Do you know what it's like to be alone for many years, to feel hated and not cared for?
Have you ever watched as your friends and family constantly walked out of your life?
We all have a fear, mine is the fear of being alone.
My fear is the fear of having to return to the life I had a few years ago.
Being alone, and feeling uncared for is a pain all in it's own.
Just like crying for your friends, when you know their not there anymore.
Like reaching out your hand for help, and no one is there.
To be abandoned, left out, and worn down is one of the most cruel lives you can have.
Just like living a life of abuse from bullying, all pain comes from one thing.
The emotions we hold, they are a burden, they are a gift, and they are beautiful.
Without them we could not love, or care for another.
With them we fear, and we hate.
It's the center of what helps mold us, and shape us.
If we live with kindness and respect, we learn to love and give respect.
If we live with criticism, we learn to condemn.
If we live with hope and faith, we grow strong.
If we live with anger, we only learn to hate.
If we live with the love of friends, we learn to be always happy.

If you're afraid, remember at least one person is scared of what you're afraid of.
If you're afraid no one is there for you, remember you are never truly alone one person will always care.
Remember, you won't learn to live unless you learn the key to life.
Remember, if you're nice to others they are nice to you.
Remember to smile, and remember to keep your hopes up, and your head high.

"My teacher gave me a assignment what do i want to be when i grow up?
I wrote "Happy"
She said " You didn't understand the assignment"
I said "you don't understand life""
                                                      — John Lennon

Remember to keep your faith, and never give up.