Your HopeWhen you’re sad, I’ll be your tissue to dry those tears. When you’re weak, I will be your legs to walk one. When it’s too much to carry, I’ll take some of the load. When you feel you’re falling down, I’ll be there to catch you. When the bad thoughts linger in your mind, I will be there to replace them with hope. When it’s raining, I’ll promise you a rainbow at the end.
Blinded with fearI'm so scared for the futureIt makes me blindto my present.
..Accepting..Life's too short for meaningless argumentsyou've got to look past the faults in peopleHow else are you supposed to accept your own?
.:Loosing Touch:. -Chapter ILet me start off this story by introducing myself. My name it Erica brimshaw, i am 16years old, I have short light brown hair, my fringe slightly longer then the other side. I have deep hazel eyes, sometimes even golden. My style in clothes is'nt classed as mainstream, no other way i'd want it. It's mostly sleeveless demon jackets, colourful skinny jeans and 'slogan' tops.im a shy girl, no doubt about it. I'm always hidden at social occasions, or i have either plugged my headphones in drowning out any potential conversation - I had to make an adjustment from my early years of hiding behind my mother.If i let you in, you must be special, i