Storms are always needed to grow.

If I show you my teardrops,

Would you collect them like rain,

Store them in jars,

That are labelled with pain.

Would you follow their tracks,

From my eyes down my cheeks,

As they write all the stories,

I'm too afraid to speak.

Would you stop them with kisses,

Bring their flow to a halt,

As you teach me that pain,

Isn't always my fault.

Would you hold my face gently,

As you dry both my eyes,

And whisper the words,

You're too precious to cry.

If I showed you my teardrops,

Would you show me your own,

And learn though we're lonely,

We're never alone.

- Fen; sociallydifferent.

There are moments when I feel like I`m not scared of death and dying. But I`m scared of not being able to tell all people that I love; my parents, my siblings, my friends and my future love ones how much I love them enough before it`s their turn to go. One piece of advice to anyone who read this entry, you really shouldn`t say `I love you` unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say and show it a lot. People often forget and we never know when the last time we see someone is the very last time we see someone.