I seriously think I'm depressed.
I'm pretty sure I know why.
Yet it feels like I don't know.
I'm so confused.
I've left a place of joy prematurely.
(For a perfectly valid and understandable reason)
To return to a place of stress and *******.
Back to memories and the same sights.
Oh how I miss the place of wonder.
Peace. Freedom. Pure happiness.
To this place.
"Everybody says that when they leave" you may say.
"Everybody has their problems at home".
But it's deeper than that.
My problems are more legitimate than you think.
What I have to return to is nothing happy.
Nothing feels the same.
I'mstarting to see life with a different pair of eyes.
I'm so confused.
I'm not sure of anything.
Except I want to go back forever.
Or until things are better.
I know for sure
I don't want to be here.

I lost you.
(All my own fault)

You left me.
(All my own fault)

I tried to get you back.
(I failed)

I thought you would forgive me
And come back.
(You didn't).

You hate me now.
Or probably I'm simply not worth remembering.

Now I bleed.
Now I bleed.
Now I bleed...

Me, Myself and I
The Starving Boy
The Lacking Boy
The Alone Boy
The Melancholy Boy
The Misunderstood Boy
The Demented Boy
The Clueless Boy
The Intelligent Boy
The Loathed Boy
The Provoked Boy
The Ignored Boy
The Aggravated Boy
The Livid Boy
The Cowardly Boy

The Rather Miserable Epic Failure of a Boy and maybe as a human being.

Nothing is not black
It has no colour.
The blackness of space is black
But nothing is nothing.
No light or dark,
No taste or smell
Or touch.

Nothing cannot know it is nothing
No more than we can know
When we are gone.

Our transient existence is a blessing
Here on Earth, beneath the Sun.
Sunshine shining, blindingly bright
Upon the foliage
Of Paradise bathed in light.

Paul Butters

Dear
cup of chai tea,
Oh, how you comfort me
On a rainy day when all is grey
Your warmth and aromas,
Can liberate and free
Cinnamon swirls and vanilla
On my taste buds
You make my senses come alive
Depression and sadness is easily cured
With a warm cup of chai

"Sometimes, there are questions that I have, That bother me", She says.
Where are these questions from?
Up above,
Or All Around us?
I already know what questions they are.
Or to be more precise, the type.
They are questions,
That only others
Have the answers to.
Questions,
That will change the way I
Interact
With
You and me
You and he
She and me.
Questions
That can only be answered
Not by the Genuine answer,
But only by LIES
Meant to satisfy
The Deluded Ones.