I have heard it so many times,
I hate myself,
what is the point in living?
what is the meaning of life?
no matter how many theories, religions or scientific discoveries,
this question without fail cuts like a knife!
   This one is for all you people out there,
so you understand,
this is what we live for,
Mother Nature's species,
the man or woman.
   The meaning of life is finding the meaning for life,
without this we wouldn't exist,
a motive to drive us,
so be content with this.
   Our mother has made us this unexplainable beautiful way,
so we have a chance to live life to the full every single day,
look to solve your problems,
save your sanity,
for this mind is what she has given to humanity.
   This mind is unique and lush in everybody,
each individual has an view and a suited direction to go,
not everybody shows this so don't be deceived,
our goal in life is to achieve the pinnacle of what we can achieve,
you would do well do remember this,
when you're low you might need it,
who knows?

I love you,
I know I'm starting off so very vague,
for this word is not explainable in any other way.

   I will caress you form the shadows,
I will keep you from harm's way,
I will hold you,
I think of you throughout all of my days,
I have set on you,
I don't think of them the same way any more,
I want you to know,
you've got me forever,
I won't go!

   Your laid back outlook is a breath of fresh air,
your smell is to die for,
those other males wouldn't dare,
because they would lose their lives if I saw.

   I promised I wouldn't lie to you so this is how it is,
It isn't unconditional,
For this I feel so selfish,
Love me,
Trust me,
don't leave me,
I'm so sorry it's a lot to ask this.

   I will give my life to you,
this will be the last thing I do,
I would rather my heart pounded for you,
than you cut my heart in two.

The wisest of men once said to me,
if you are lonely amongst people,
you are probably bad company,
he also talked about the disease of consciousness,
how humans have given up their senses,
for a supposed superior mind,
which is best?
This man will soon die,
his outlook on life comes from,
isolation,
diabetes,
and cystic fibrosis,
I hope I can help his dreams to fly.

Thank you for everything,
Is what I should have said,
but I wasn't hard enough,
and now you are dead.

The last thing I said was,
look after your self won't you,
I gave you a hug,
but your strong clasp wouldn't do.

You said in return,
I'll hold on in here as long as I can,
I didn't know weather you were talking about,
your top floor flat or the withering man.

So I neglected you,
I wish you could see me now how I am,
my beautiful girl friend or my music,
or my good exams.

They said to me his body went before his mind,
he was wise on what was happening,
it wasn't a nice way to die,
they said they couldn't feed you with one of those baby bottle things.


You said he's got some strength,
that music I played at your funeral made it hard to stand,
it was my only way of proving it saying I'm sorry and thanks,
I wish you could see me now as a man.

I once had a dream,
of perfection,
a world in which I wasn't belittled,
where I was the pinnacle of evolution,
I wanted to show people a world where anything is possible,
if you put the effort in you can get it back out,
I wanted people to remember my story,
how a nervous weedy boy,
became a monster,
But little did I know if you damage yourself to change,
It will bite you in the ***,
give me a C,
I'll give you an A,
give me a motive,
I'll find a way,
give me a wish to change,
I'll give you,
potential infertility,
other neglect,
and anguish.

Am I a Man?
Or am I a boy?
Make the ******* choice!
You choose when it soots you.
responsibility!
Or Naive.
You know me as a son.
Not a person.
So you don't know whats right!
I can lawfully move out or have a ****** wife!
You lied and said you wouldn't live through your children's lives!
I will be here when you need me.
but I'm contemplating leaving.
perhaps you would appreciate me more if you couldn't see me.

All I know is this...

When what I hold closest to my heart,
Is in jeopardy,
he makes my organs fail to start,
my beast inside has many names,
but we like to call him Bertie.

In these times,
my body kills me before I **** my body,
the choice is no longer mine,
so i punish my body night after night,
for his torture I'll make him sorry.

So I know I have this choice,
to punish him **** my self or cut off what I care about most,
or there again I could respect his noises,
he is killing me,
to be protective of the love I hold closest.