Ready to move on

I sit by my bedroom window.
Sullen with sadness. Not thinking about anything else but what life has
become.
I can smell the rain as it hits the window so softly.
It makes me yawn quitely as I watch the soft wind brush against the
trees.
I have been this way for a while.
But it will not stop me from moving on.
Through my hurt is a heart strong filled with love and hapiness, but I
just have to find the rite moment to let it out.
To whom? I dont know.
I sink my head slowly gazing upon the wet grass. I feel a tear fall
slowly down my cheek.
I musnt cry.
It is a waste of emotion.
I have come along way.
I will not be defeated.
I see the sun come from the clouds as a new day apears filled with
hope.