Friday, 28 February 2014

Remember


Remember he's not gone
Remember he's still here
When you fake a smile
When you brush away a tear
Remember the good times
Let them fill you up with joy
It's easier said than done
When your heart's broken like a toy
Remember he's around
In the heat of the sun
Smiling down at you all
He's the energy in a run
He's on the track, cheering
He's by your side at night
He's with you every moment
So don't give up this fight.

The Fight

It’s gonna be hard
I always knew it would
It’s gonna be tough
I won’t feel very good.

But after a while
The panic will disappear
The worry will shift
They’ll be no more fear.

It’ll be worth it in the end
I’ll look back and smile
When I know that I’ve tackled
The biggest thing for a while.

I won’t give up this fight
I’ll be the winner in this race
Don’t expect me to crumble
Watch this smile on my face.

A Message To My Diary

You started off my friend
Held out your hand
Offered me a shoulder to cry on
And ears to listen with

You became destructive
You took over my life
And had me by the throat
I had no control any more

You deceived me
You tricked me
Confused my tired mind
And drained me of strength

I’m claiming you back
Gaining control once again
You’re no longer my enemy
And you never were my friend.

Screwed Up At Seventeen

Well you managed to screw up
The best part of a year
Wrapped yourself in misery
Self-obsession, hate and fear

Turned people against you
Caused embarrassment and shame
I won’t make those mistakes
Ever, ever again

Plastering your life over YouTube
Facebook and your blog
Thinking people cared
Saw through the damaged fog

I cringe when I look back
At how I acted last year
The ways I showed my pain
Instead of shedding a tear

I put myself away
In the asylum for the loons
I lost my mind, lost my pride
Far too young, way too soon

I’m paying for the damage
Clearing up the mess
I’m done with telling stories
No more need to confess

Don’t judge me on my past
I’m not that person any more
Accept me as I am
With all my quirks and flaws.

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Fish Out Of Water

Like a fish out of water
Your eyes bulge
With the intense fear.
You don't belong out here
In this scary world
But instead back there
In the frozen room
Where time stands still
And madness runs free.