There lived a girl young and naive,
'Awe' was the word of how the world's seen
She grew and she learned
Still happiness remained
Her joyous shouts, glorious gain.
Still, time went by and ages flew
And now she sees the world all anew
The darkness, the fear, desperation to fit in
With those all around her, who will win?
She's older now and she knows what is true
You don't own the world, the world owns you
Not the dirt or the sea but the people within
We have our place in this world and nobody wins.

There's a panic
A pause
Heartbeat, faster faster
Wide eyed, caught in headlights
Frozen
Time stops
How is everyone else moving?
You stop.
Da dum, Da dum
Faster faster
It never stops
Faster faster
You slip
Deeper deeper
Now something else moves faster faster
Drip drip drip
Time stops
You stop
Everyone moves faster

The numbness inside, replaced only with an empty feeling
A smile is sparse, fake,
When friends are near
Some are real; like smiles
Though some are like most smiles;
Fake
Speak softly, hardly heard
That soft laughter at 11am.
A shadow of what used to be,
Gone at 4, when the shadows curl
Chains across my wrists, my neck.
They hold on tightly whilst I sleep, haunting my dreams
My nightmares

The ticking from the wall
Tick tock, tick tock
Slowly counting down the minutes,
That you've waited so long to come to an end.
The hustle and bustle of strangers rushing around you
Whilst you sit in a cocoon of thoughts
And feelings from summers days of the past.
Hear the laughter and glee from memories,
Memories used to fill the hole you have left
Tick tock, tick tock
The minutes are coming to an end now
Soon time will be up,
And as the last tick turns into a bell
Your waiting comes to a stop.

We can learn so much from a note,
Anything the writer desires.
Between family, friends and those you quite frankly never want to recieve a note from:
'Pick up some milk'
'Thank you'
'See me after class'
The emotions such few words can make humans feel
No more than a sentence can leave you with warmness, content
But sometime these few words make you fear the worst.
A note can be the tipping point
A cross-roads.
A note can be used to change the course of your life

The point of no return.
Time lapses into an infinite stream
Minutes, hours, days
Counting counting counting
Stop.
You freeze, whilst time sprints past you,
Winner of the impossible race.
The horizon is blank and for you,
Time doesn't exist
The emptiness inside begins to swallow you whole
And all the while you think
'I didn't have enough time'

Spring creeps into your life,
A child who wants to sneak up on you.  
Slowly you notice a gradient,
Of dreary London grey to brighter greens.
Flowers begin to grow and with their new life comes yours

Spring is when you fall asleep to the pitter-pat of rain
The days stay lighter, longer now,
The darkness is going away and the bees they are buzzing.
Stress of the winter melts like it's snow,
And with spring you have some sort of peace.