Silence is my favorite buddy
I know that people think I'm antisocial
I also know that I don't have the courage to befriend everybody
But I'd love to really be social
I know I'm not great at starting a conversation
I keep my words to myself, it may be conservation
Some consider me intolerable
Just because I can't keep up the fun
Others see me as miserable
Just because I can't do what they can
I am like a teddy bear
Even though I do things you barely bear
You do not speak to me when you need to
You only speak to me when everyone leaves you
But like a teddy bear, I'm always around when everyone lets you go
I'm always around for you in case you do not know
I'll be there so you can hug me tight when you need someone
I'll be there for you if you lose your 'the one'
I may not be able to tell you it is ok
But my actions will tell you, everything will be ok
Like a teddy bear,
I'll always be there
At night when you're lonely
You can call and lay it all on me
I may never say I love you
But know I'm glad I always have you
I am a teddy bear
I'll always show you that I care
Even though you forget that I'm always there
I'll always be here
Whenever you shed a tear.

Sometimes he stares so hardly at the clock
And he wishes he could make the hour hand move in an anticlockwise motion
To when he always had a smile on his face
To when he could actually smile under the beautiful silvery color of every full moon
To when he didn’t have to adapt to any environment
To when he didn’t have to be mister no face
To when he didn’t have to understand everything
To when he was never numb
To when angels weren’t in disguise
To when crazy was a beautiful word
To when time and tide waited for man
To when true colors were the only colors that existed
To the world that moved in a clockwise direction
But now he can't breathe
He feels suffocated by himself and the world around
Oxygen passing through his nostrils but yet no inhalation is made
Where is the world he used to dwell in?
Why does he always feel like something's missing?
Why are his mind and heart so distant from each other?
He can't breathe
Get him out of this prison
This prison of a world in which he always feels tortured and broken by his own thoughts
The one which keeps him locked underneath his skin
Hopeless is the language his mind speaks to him
He can't breathe
Get him back to the old times
Times when he didn't have to patch the holes that are presently in his heart
Times when he was a good boy
Times when his nightmares were just nightmares
Times when i was me
Times when I could breathe
The faded times of yesterday.