Your Love Gives me Hope.
I am here everyday. Sitting in the park, people watching. I don't know why, but it is something I have always loved to do.
The more you watch people, the more you learn about them. The problems they have, the problems they think no one notices.
But I notice. I notice them all.
All they want is someone to notice. Someone to care. Someone to tell them they can count on them.
Someone to let them know that they have hope.
I could name them all. There's the black haired boy who cuts himself, never quite getting over what happened so many years ago. The blonde haired boy who is abused, because of who he is, a hero no one will acknowledge. The pink haired girl who hates herself for things that only she notices. The blonde haired girl who lies to hide her horrible secrets. The "big" kid who hates himself, because everyone makes fun of his size. The lazy boy, who is always expected to be more then he is, because of his IQ. The lavender eyed cousins, that live without wanting to live, because without freedom is without a life. The dog lover, who, everyday, is afraid of losing the most important thing to him after one accident. The bug boy, who is always alone, because everyone thinks he is strange. The youthful teen, who only wants to be the greatest, even if he can't do what everyone else can. The weapon master, who is in love with someone who will never even notice she exists, and the red head who is hated, and alone, because everyone is afraid of him.
They are good at what they do. Good at hiding behind a facade of happiness, and laughter. If you were to really look, though, you would notice the sadness, and loneliness hidden deep within their eyes. You would notice the look pleading for someone out there to help them, even if only a little.
They all need hope.