sure we have friends
and family too,
but in the end
it's really only you,
nobody else to
guide you through,

at the end of the day,
when the night comes,
and the light runs away,
it's the demons & the monsters, cue
to attack you, as you lay silently
allowing them to take over you politely,

sure we have friends,
and family too,
but at the end of the day,
you're the only person who can
guide yourself through.

My bulletproof heart
cannot be penetrated by your wicked bullets.
But if you insist on firing your gun,
then grip the trigger and pull it.

I dare you.

Because I'll stand here
taking every shot,
and at the end of the day
I'll still love you a lot.

Sadly.

Depression feels like you're stuck in a blizzard
as everyone enjoys a hot summer day elsewhere.

i remember when i was young,
i used to be afraid of graveyards,
i would cry, because of all the lives that have been snatched away,
but now that im older and a bit colder, i go to the graveyards,
and whisper,

*"You guys don't know how lucky you are."

Um, hey? Hi? Hello? Hola?
As you can see, i'm not really good at this conversation thing,
i mean, it's always been hard for me,
i could sing before i could talk,
hell i could even walk before i could talk,

i'm sorry if i avoid you a lot
and ignore you without thought,
it's just that i don't want to embarrass myself, in front of you
you're like a bookshelf, filled with different stories that i want to discover, but as soon as i see you,
i quickly hide and take cover.

Ah, love don't get me wrong,
trust me i want to explore the universes in your mind, and the galaxies in your eyes, and the lies in your smile, that can maybe stretch a mile,

i want to trace the canvas, your skin, with my fingers, the brush, and tell you to hush so i can hear your heart beat,

i want to watch the art in your heart, flow through your veins, it keeps me sane,

i want to be able to know every part of you, i wish you'd want to do the same to me too.

You probably do, but i'm just to nervous to introduce myself to such a beauty like you.

please don't tell me that
i'll be okay,
i just want someone to hold me close,
i don't want you to tell me i'll
get better one day,
i would like to hear someone say,
*"Darling, we'll fight this together
no matter how long it takes,
i'll be here every step of the way."

Print screen my whole being,
in the cadence of seasons changed.
Generation X's sweet heartbreak.
Strangers share the pain.
We walk the walk online,
nowadays,
in these times that are a changed.
Changing no more - subtly maybe.
The footfall of history stored,
in Google baby,
& terrabytes & ram.
A virus called.
And the rhyming stalled,
until;
Man made museums in nothing, but,
soldiered components,
smaller than the eye can see.
Nano moments,
lost in scrolled screens,
likes and comments,
compassion shared
around,
the world,
until forgotten;
fads
fade
away,
into familiarities.
Then we logged out of life,
and left reality behind smokescreens,
of PCs
HD ready, on blue days -
Blue Rays,
now smaller.
microsized.
Our brain waves microwaved.
Attention spans,
in the palm of our mouse shaped hands.
Say goodbye to the old days,
guilty as charged,
in
the strife of low battery life;
running out of charge.