The world can’t break you

Tell me are you afraid
Of the pain?
Of your skin
Separating?
Those words they said
That makes you wish you were dead

Escape.
Release.
Only wanting to rest in peace.
Can’t take the hurt.
Thinking you can’t feel worse.
It’s like a curse.

Don’t say the sky is weighing you down.
Focus on the sound of your heart pounding against your chest.
I know you feel fear at its best,
But let them see you soar.

Fight back with a roar.
Don’t flirt with fear anymore.
Deep inside your core
You’re worth more.
Stand strong against the wind.
Stand back up if you fall down again.
I promise the pain will end.
Soon enough.

The world doesn’t play nice
But make it think twice
Stay strong
Be tough.
You may feel you’re worthless,
But you’re a diamond in the rough.
Don’t wish for an endless night.
Let serenity tuck you in tonight.
Show them your inner light
Rise again, ready to fight.

Recognize the bad, but focus on the good.

I made the decision long ago to live.
To see past the inky blackness that coated my heart like dried candle wax clinging to my finger.
The crust of agony lingered through every cut on my pale skin.
I wondered myself why I did it.
Why I cut again, and again.

There were battles that I won,
But the war had just begun.
I couldn’t hide underneath the sun
When my hand was reaching out for the gun I wished was there,
But it wasn’t.
Of course Fate wouldn’t play fair.
I didn’t care, when everyone else never gave up on me.
I was *****, and wanted to bathe in misery.

I wanted to be held, and given razor blade kisses.
Wanting a magic lamp to grant my death wishes.
I had no desire to live anymore
When I felt I had nothing to live for.
I knocked on heaven’s door only to walk away when it was opened.
They brought me back, and I had awoken with a bottle of Jack, and a handful of pills.
Lacing them together until I felt still.

I never knew what I’d be giving up by throwing the battle that I fought so long.
Now I see that living has given me the skills to express my thoughts.
Hope can’t be bought.
You have to look for the silver lining, before you consider dying.
I know honesty hurts, and believe me, I know what pain is.
I memorized the definition when I was just a little kid.

For all the times I wanted to die,
Or went to sleep dreaming of knives,
Never wanting to open my eyes ever again.
Writing the letters saying fair well.
Wish me luck on my journey to hell.
I’d burn, and enjoy the hurt,
Because I deserved the pain.
On my headstone tell one last tale.
Of how an angel fell, when he was promised the world.
Never waking up from one last dream.
With the image of a silver gleam running through his mind
As the blood made a line on his wrist,

But over time I rose against the pain.
I know there are those reading this that have felt the same.
Like they’re walking through a frozen desert, forgetting their name.
Playing the game of life, and losing.
Forgetting their path is that of their choosing.
Lift up your head.
You heard what I said.
Meet my eyes, honest, and true.
The world wouldn’t be the same if we lost you.

Memories of childhood days,
Where outside the children played.
When fathers worked and mum’s stayed home,
No latch key kids, or home alone.
We didn’t have a lot to eat,
School dinners were a welcome treat.
Cake and custard was the best,
wanting more like all the rest.
Tuesday was family allowance day,
butter roll then out to play,
Playing rounders with our mates,
Not going home until very late.
If you got bullied by another,
You didn’t dare go tell your mother.
For she would give your ear a slap,
Tell you go and hit them back.

Imagination was a wondrous thing,
boys made carts with wood and string.
Old pram wheels were the best,
race down hill was the test.
Battered and bruised we didn’t care,
two or three would often share.
Mum would shout, our trousers torn,
Patched up knees and bums all worn.

Blankets we had on our beds,
frozen fingers put between our legs.
Curled up in a ball shivering and cold,
dads old coat was like pure gold.
Wake up in the morning with nose of blue,
Jack Frost had painted the windows to.
We didn’t care what we would wear,
or even think to brush our hair.
Our parents didn’t have a lot,
no need had we the door to lock.
Neighbours helped out one another,
Children would respect their mother.
Memories of childhood years,
as clear today as yesteryears.

In the atmosphere of hate

Thanks for being early
In the routine of late

Thanks for opening
Your heart's gate

You are lovely
Your kindness is innate

I will wait for you
Let's see what is our fate

You can buy me with your smile
Is it very much rate?

I wanna be with you
Will you be my mate?

At the crossroads between holding onto my faith or escaping from this fate
Is it wrong to write this down? Is it right to be left between a choice to never even love or hate?
At the gallows, slowly pressing forward towards that sweet escape...
From a death that leaves behind a fainted memory to take our place
And a life that leaves behind nothing more than just a bitter taste...
Is this our time to rise and react to every piece we use to recreate our broken destiny?
Or is this just the way to taint the best of me? Or maybe there’s poison in the recipe?
Or maybe we never had the time to rediscover our place in this moment, we only lived just to die?
Maybe we were just a waste of time with time to waste...
Maybe we were another lost piece of this grand and divine puzzle just trying to find our place?
Who’s to know.. who’s to say?

On this Track

Further up along the track than you
Got on the same train, too
But I’m much further up the track
Perhaps it’s intelligence you lack
Perhaps it’s wisdom you lack
Whatever it is I’m further up ahead
I’m well said
Well read
And well bred
I’ve lead
I’ve also pulled a big sled
I know a few things or two
I knew it way before you
I know what to do
How bout you?
I know where and when
I’m done before you begin
When your on chapter one
I’m done with three
I get bored easily
I’m impatient
I’m a dissertation
I do more than enough
More than necessary
More than you and a bit more
I have a need to do more and more
I don’t know quit
I hate IT
Got me a big brain on this train
It’s good to be me
I’m a busy bee
But with this big brain
It don’t stop the rain
It don’t stop the pain
It didn’t help you remain
Always quick to figure
Pull my trigger
Always building bigger
But bigger don’t mean better
And sometimes better
Don’t get a dear John letter
This illusive battle between heart and thought
That everyone’s got
The love in heart
The think in thought
This war is fought
I’m further up the track than you
But you have more love than I do
For now I’ll enjoy the train
Choosing wisely not to complain

Hello suicide!
Its been awhile
Remember me?
Yer ol' buddy patrick
I need your assistance
To escape from this trial
Forgive me friend
If I'm unable to smile

Ah, yes! Patrick, of course!
Forgive me bud
If my voice does sound hoarse

I've been hanging around
Don't you see?
I'm glad you've swung by
To console in me
For my first recommendation
Is hanging
Yes, in fact
This is my plea
Might I suggest a rafter
Or perhaps a nice tree?
This ones on the house
Yeah, this one is free

Ah, yes! A hanging
Indeed!
But if I were to do that
A rope I would need
Not only that
But I could be rescued
And freed
Do you have another?
Please forgive me suicide
Forgive me for my greed
What else can I do?
Please consider my plead!

Ah, yes! I can do one more
But I'm growing tired and weak
And my neck is still sore

Take a handful of pills
And overdose
This I know you've tried
And you came really close
But you can't be easily rescued
And you don't need a rope
Do it! Destroy your dreams!
And trample your hopes!

Excellent! This one sounds great
For sure!
I do have a decease
And pills might be the cure
But what if I live
What if my body endures?
But this option has potential
And it has great allure
I'll consider this option
To you, I ensure

Well, well, well!
Look what we have here!
Looks like I'm successful
As if a death is near
Theree no need to panic
Theres no need to fear
However, I do need payment
So start paying in tears!
Now RIP my good friend
Its been fun mate, cheers!