I wish that I could live a day,
with no bad thoughts and zero pain.
It hurts my body and my brain.
I wish that it would go away.

I wish that I could have no stress,
And free myself from constant press.
Without all  this I could progress,
And some day even find success.

I wish for a world with no hate,
Where love is all we communicate.
It may take years; I'll have to wait,
To see God's plan and it's fate.

I wish that one day people would see,
what it's like to be me.
I'm not all weird; I guarantee.
I can't think of anyone I rather be.

Everyday you guide me through my life,
You're there when I wake, you're there at night.
We'd sit by the stairs at home, barely talking- looking at phones.
But sitting here, writing this poem, brings me home.
They say home is where your heart is but it's where your family is.
I want to give you a hug, I know we fight but blood is blood.
Love is love, don't pull the plug.
Go up to my thinking tree, underneath I'll be waiting for thee.
Distant thoughts and memories-  they bring me even closer to ye'.
But even though we argue and fight- you're still my light, waiting to ignite.
Thoughts of you make me soar like a dove
Love is love and blood is blood.

Tic Tac Tuc- there's my arm and there's the truck.
Roses are red, violets are blue- in my arm there is a *****.
It looks all red, I give no fuss.
After all; me- runover by bus.
So learn to take care to avoid all the pain,
Oh wait; what's that coming- AHH IT'S A TRAIN!

I wander in dreams with the image of you slowly turning light to dark,
I wander around in my own little world trying to set my mark.
But the feeling inside of me is just of constant pain,
And I'm sitting here in my own little world, wondering when it will all go away.
I wander further- I'm floating on clouds and I can feel the trickling of rain
But I know it won't last too long, I can feel it in my veins.
I turn for a minute to think to myself- why me, why I feel shame.
And I turn around to my own little world to try to escape the pain.
I feel the world falling out of control and my life is not one to save, but the building blocks of hope and good will will guide me from my cave.
So if I keep forward and don't look away I can escape from this meaningless chain.
And I hope I can leave my own little world and avoid my early grave.
So now I take leave of my own little world, to which I am a slave.
While love fills me up and brings me closer to the key out of my cage,
The demons inside me want me to stay and fill my blood with rage.
While I try to escape my own little world, the world that I had made.
And if you try find me you'll be out of luck cos' I feel that I'm fading away.
But the image of you at the back of my mind is starting to decay.
As my own little world loses colour and turns to an ugly grey.
I try to salvage whatever is left so that I can hide away...