Maybe it is the death
That makes the life so much more beautiful .

The bright yet flickering light,
Around which you must be careful.

Don't go crashing too fast
For it will be blown away,

Stare a minute too longer
And it will start to Decay

It's not that I'm cold
That I'm heartless
Or ignorant.

For one thing,
My passion for life
Burns bright enough to warm
My whole being,
My mind and soul.

For another,
I am heartless
Because a certain someone
Ran off with it
Yet I still care
For certain things

And lastly,
I'm not ignorant
At least, not fully.

I just selectively ignore
Those who are not worth more
Than a warning

So here's one:
Back off

I am a sad soul pretending to be happy.
I often believe that I have actually found happiness.
I sit alone in my dark room and realize I was never truly happy.
I want you to be here with me before I do terrible things again.
I know you can't be here with me because our parents won't allow it.
I hope that when I wake up in the afternoon everything is normal.

I want to go back to the days
when waking up
every morning
was not a
chore.

I want to go back to the days
when I didn't have to
practice a smile
every morning in front of the
mirror.

I walk through time
hoping that the
planets in the
universe above
would stop
spinning,
so maybe,
even for one second,
my mind too
could
stop
spinning.

I want your lips
brushing against
my neck
telling me what you
have not told
anyone else.

I want your arms to
curl around my waist
like a promise
to never
let go.

But that's just it, isn't it?
Want. want. want.

Nothing
I'll ever
have.

when you know, you know,
that's what everyone says
so I think I know, you know,
and now of course,
I am going to run from that
hard and fast
just because
I am on
self
destruct.

What  is  sleep.
Is  it  a  night  long  restful  sleep.
Something  I  never  get.

I  just  lie  tossing  and  turning,
ranting  and  raving.

Nightmares,  and  blasts,
from  the  past.

Oh  what  I'd  give  for
a  good  nights  sleep.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

You spoke of suicide,
And I fell apart like a lost puppy,
Unsure of how to help,
In retrospect I should have been strong,
Faced the tumbling sky,
With head and shoulders upwards,
But now that you're gone,
I can't help but feel ashamed,
knowing that even with,
Those monsters lurking within you,
I would have stayed.
I guess I didn't have a chance to,
tell you enough.

Happy Valentines day my dear,
you'll have my ear,
The same way you held my heart,
And I pray that year after year,
Your new babe and you won't split apart.
Emotions will always be my handicap,
Crippling how my brain makes its choices.
I was pressuring you to say what is on your mind,
Without realising that suicide was on your mind,
I guess....I should have paid closer attention,
But now ...time ticks over time,
All I'm left with is the memories of you.
Thank you for everything dear.

Hey, love
I'm sorry if I hurt you -
if it means anything, I still think of you,
every time I wake and before I sleep.
But, I can't tell you how I feel,
for I know it's the last thing you want,
so whenever you ask how I'm doing,
I'll always reply with,
"I'm fine/good"
and never,
"I don't know, I'm kinda missing you a lot and regret what I did greatly..."

He stole her heart,
but he was unaware of it,
didn't mean to drag it through the mud as he made his way to the girl he'd been eyeing for weeks...

I could've avoided falling in love
I could've saved myself the pain