I will live

Free to love,
And free to live.
If just for a day, an hour, even a minute
I have released these bonds
Thrown off the shackles
That weigh me down
This all consuming illness of my mind
Is forgotten
I don't want to die
I want to live
To love, kiss, dream, laugh, have picnics, make flower chains, take pictures of all the beauty in the people around me, draw shitty pictures, flirt with my eyes, sit on the roof, look at the stars, blow wishes and kisses, run, run with my dog, run some more, write poems, write poems about heartache, write poems about sadness, write poems to help people see that their not alone, dye my hair red, purple, blue, think of my perfect girl, dance, sing high pitched and off key, realize that people love me, realize that I love people, realize that some people hate me, realize that they can go and suck it, have straight-girl crushes, eat ice cream, become tan, wish I was pale again, cuz, awesome, work at Jamba Juice, work at a bookstore, get fired for reading on the job, hug my brother, kiss my mom, go to the movies, visit all my old friends, realize that I will never be alone again, because as long as I'm there for people, they'll be there for me.
Above all I will do more than survive, I will live.